Zayne paused. His brow shot up and he tilted his head, staring at her.
Valerio…?
His face wrinkled into a frown.
Who the hell was that?
He suddenly felt so irritated, he could feel it crawling up his spine. His gaze fell to where she held his hand.
She couldn't be mistaking him for whoever the hell Valerio was, could she?
His gaze darkened, a sharp blue, and he snatched his hand, taking a step back. He didn't say a word but rather turned, storming out of the room.
There couldn't be another man, right? That idiot he'd gotten rid of, was Sebastian. This person was different, and for some reason, seemed to be quite important to her. If not, why ever would she mention his name in her sleep?
Zayne snatched his phone the second he was in his room, dialing a number. It rang, the voice on the other side, male.
[You called. My brother called me. Did I do something wrong?]
"Shut the hell up, Alessio."
[What did I do? You're the one who called me!]
