ELLIOT

They left a moment later. There is no doubt in my mind that Lavinia is Katherine’s daughter.

Rossella never treated her that way; in fact, she seemed to hate the little girl.

"Katherine," I murmured under my breath, savoring her name. I longed to call her that openly.

I need to find the right moment, but first...

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of knocking pulls me from my thoughts.

"Come in," I say as I move around my desk, hearing Vittorio step inside just as I take my seat.

"Your Lords