ISLA
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I felt sick.
‘Your family’s blood is on his father’s head.’
If that was true, there was no way Lorenzo didn’t know the truth. So why lie to me then? I knew the man was unhinged but I didn’t know he would go as far as lying, taking the blame for his father's murders just to get me to hate him. Was he just protecting his father?
But it didn’t seem like he was on good terms with his father. And as he had said earlier, that was his adopted father, not his real father.
What the hell was going on? Who was telling the truth?
“Do you now see why you don’t belong with him?” He leaned closer, his voice softer as he caressed my face. I was disgusted but I could only turn my head away. “He’s poison, Isla. You can’t be with the man whose father slaughtered your entire family, can you?”
