Savio’s POV.
The moment those words pass my lips I turn to glance at Fiona who has gone perfectly still beside me, her eyes are fixed on a smirking Isadora and other than her balled up fingers I can’t sense any other physical reaction from her.
A feeling of dread washes over me when her face changes from carefully blank to inviting and welcoming as she approaches Isadora. Nino’s eyes catch mine and the wariness there matches what I’m currently feeling inside.
I almost couldn’t believe this was happening.
It’s been years since we last saw her, years that I’d spent fighting the implications of her betrayal. But she was here now, with a smirk on her face and a promise in her eyes not looking that much different from when we last saw her all those years ago.
Fiona dips her head slightly i
