Domenico
Staring out the window, I watched the storm rage. Four months had passed since the Underworld became our home. Once again, I’m here alone and Micheline was not around. She had been hiding a secret from me, or she thought she was. I hadn’t called her down on her dishonesty because I had been less than honest myself.
It was becoming harder and harder to fight the demons that swirled inside me when I absorbed the darkness in people. I feared that one day I’d be worse than my father. As close as we had become, we were both hiding something from the other. Tonight, the omissions and lies end. If we don’t have trust, we have nothing.
My queen was pregnant with my sons. Her conception of our twins had been the happiest and scariest thing that ever happened to me.
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