Elias's breath shuddered, a ragged sound that betrayed the fury and fear coiling tight in his chest.
"You followed me," he said, low and sharp, each word like a blade drawn across stone.
Matteo's voice softened further, warm and unsettling, as if Elias's accusation was a confession of something mutual.
"I watched you, Elias. I watched you walk into the dark, and I wanted to stop you. I wanted to keep you in the car, keep you with me where no one could touch you. Where he couldn't find you."
Elias took another step back, the corner of the wall pressing into his shoulder now. His eyes darted again to the terrace. The faint reflection of the room stared back at him in the glass, but behind that reflection, movement. A subtle shift, like someone adjusting their stance just out of sight.
"You think that night was about me asking for help?" Elias said, the edge in his voice cracking through the fear. "You think I wanted you to follow me?"