Gianna's POV
My eyes widened as I clutched the sheets tighter against my chest. Why would he want me to witness something so cruel? I didn't think I could stand by and watch innocent people get slaughtered-just sitting there helpless, doing nothing. And worse, I'd have to endure it from the side of our enemies. The thought alone made my stomach churn. Goddess help me, if I had my bow and arrows, I wouldn't hesitate to shoot every last one of Stefano's soldiers.
"Please... don't make me go," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
His face tightened, as if my words pained him. "I have to," he murmured. "I know it's hard for you to understand right now, but the safest place for you is at my side."
I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat thick and suffocating. Frustration burned through
