Page 58 of Reign

I stab the phone screen like I can undo it.

There’s no undo.

That would be too merciful.

I toss the phone onto the bed and sit up too fast, shoving the comforter off my legs.

What if Luciano sees my inquiry personally and laughs?

Worse.

What if he doesn’t see it at all?

That thought lands in a place I don’t appreciate.

I freeze.

My email address.

It’s not obscene or incriminating, but it is absolutely traceable if someone is motivated and connected enough.

And Luciano Castillo runs a cartel.

Great.

Wonderful.

Perfect.

Then another thought lands.

Like lead.

Luciano is not just some man.

He’s not just a devastatingly pretty criminal with dangerous hands and a mouth I have unfortunately memorized.

He’s Adriana’s brother.

Adriana.

My brother’s wife.

My sister-in-law.

I sit perfectly still, phone glowing in my hand.

“Oh no.”

Because I knew that.

Obviously, I knew that.

Santo literally interrupted us at the wedding and said his name like he expected me to understand exactly how bad an idea Luciano Castillo was. Angelo married his sister. Adriana is family now. Which means Luciano is not safely far away in the category of men I can obsess over privately and never see again.

He’s family-adjacent.

Sovereigns-adjacent.