Leona wasn't following them because she distrusted Luca or feared he would hurt Nyx or do anything that she didn't want.
No, it wasn't that at all.
It was curiosity.
Pure, burning, older-sister curiosity.
When it came to her own daughters, their feelings for Luca were painfully obvious—open adoration, constant clinging, shameless declarations of love.
They wore their hearts on their sleeves around him.
But Nyx?
Nyx had always been different.
Playful. Teasing. Never vulnerable. Never soft in front of anyone.
Yet...the way Nyx looked at Luca was new.
Different.
A quiet heat in her eyes whenever they landed on him, a lingering glance that lasted half a second too long, a subtle softening around the edges of her usual smirk.
Leona had lived with her sister for over a hundred years and she had never seen Nyx look at any man like that.
Not once.
So yes—she was curious.
Desperately curious.
