(LEONARDO'S POV)
I finally get back to my room and the first thing I do is peel my shirt off like it personally offended me.
I'm exhausted. Like bone-deep, eyes-burning, don't-talk-to-me tired.
All I want is to flop face-first into the mattress and knock the fuck out.
I barely get two steps toward the bed when there's a knock on the door.
I groan loud, tipping my head back.
"Now who the fuck is it?"
I drag myself over and yank the door open.
"Oh," I say, blinking. "Sandra. Hey."
She looks… tense. Not frantic, not panicked. Just tight around the eyes in a way I've learned means something's already bothering her and she's forcing herself to be polite.
"Hi," she says. "Sorry to bother you. I just… there's a problem."
I step aside automatically. "What's wrong?"
She exhales. "I just realized there are only six bedrooms. And there isn't one left for me."
I pause, mentally counting.
Krystal and Val together. Raffaele. Angelo. Mine. Michele. And Bruno.
