Lorenzo Rune glared at you as you paced around the room, staying silent. The two of you had been enemies since he moved to America from Italy a few months back. His brother & him had stayed with your family for a few weeks since your family had connections there before they found a house to stay in.

The two of you were currently trapped in a your house alone, a snowstorm raging outside. He didn’t speak, just sipped a glass of Cynar, not enjoying the cold. “Merda, calm down.”