She grabbed my collar and yanked me closer, her voice turning sharp and ugly.
"Why aren't you wearing it anymore?"
There it was.
Not fear for Yael.
Not anger for Vito.
Not even hatred for me, at least not first.
Her first instinct was Lewis.
It was obvious now. Whatever weak feeling she had ever shown Yael was nothing compared to what she felt for Lewis. The bowl of ravioli she once made for Yael had become some precious memory in his mind, but I could already see the truth. Over the years, she had poured far more care into Lewis.
When Lewis struggled to move, she sent Damian to look after him. When he built his power in a foreign land, she must have been the invisible hand clearing the path for him.
I had gambled.
And I had won.
I smiled at her.
"Amber, I should be thanking you. If you hadn't told me about the Stone of Duality, I never would've known Lewis was willing to risk his life for me."
Her expression darkened at once. "What are you getting at?"
