Chapter 42
Ariel
Our plan to have some fun at the café and library was cut short as Guilia couldn't help the tears that kept pouring down her cheeks.
The only thing that could mollify the rage welling up within me was seeing Vladimir beaten up to a pulp.
She scooted on the floor, her palms covering her face and I crouched beside her with my arm circling her neck.
"You shouldn't be crying over him, Guilia, he's not worth it," I whispered softly.
She sniffed and dragged in a deep breath. "I know, and this will be the last time I'll cry over him. I'm sorry that we won't be able to go to the library, but right now I just want to go home,"
"It's fine, I understand. I'll tell Fedor to drive us back to the house,"
Her sadness was like the dark clouds hovering over the sky with a vicious
