FRANCESCA's POV
I f****d it up… I f****d it up and this time, it is all my fault.
The car ride when I had tried to explain without being able to put my thoughts into words.
The fact that he has not looked in my direction since when he asked that I shut my mouth.
The last look he had given me was one of disappointment… one of betrayal and rage. I knew he would never trust me again and this was the last time I would see any part of him that was masked.
I mean I had brought it upon myself… it was time for me to dance to the rhythm of the song I had played.
Marco said nothing as he led me to the dungeons but I could tell from the pressure on my arm that he also thought me stupid and he wasn’t going to allow me slip out of his grip again.
My heart beat slightly in my chest as he led me
