Kane’s POV.
Giovanna didn’t have a pulse.
I sensed that before I placed my finger on her neck, but still, it hit me like I slap on the face as I stared into her empty eyes… eyes that once peered into mine with wanting and even a bit of affection, eyes that sparked with indgunance and anger when I’d told I would no longer f**k her, eyes that looked anguished when I’d ordered her to be tossed into the dungeons for what she’d done to Fiona.
Her eyes had always been so expressive.
I slowly lower her eyelids and let out a foul curse under my breath at the pain I was feeling inside. Not because I loved her, I have as much affection for her as I do for Isadora, but still, to die this way, crumbled on the ground, in a pool of her own blood, with a shocked expression permanently etched onto her
