Domenico
Bowing his head, he smiled. “This is the first time that you’ve called me father.”
I rolled my eyes. “It didn’t mean anything. I’m stressed trying to save my queen. Can you stop making everything about you?”
Pressing my fingers to her neck, I frowned. Her pulse was weaker than it had been a few minutes ago. “No, Micheline please don’t leave me. Death has nothing for you there.”
“Domenico, stop whining. I will save her if you do something for me.” He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.
“If you’re speeding up the poison in her system, so help me, I will kill you.” My nostrils flared as spit flew from my mouth.
“Yes or no? She has only a few minutes before she slips into the afterlife,” said Tommaso.
I ran my hand down my face as I watched the rest of the color leech fro
