“Not even a little bit.” Exasperated, he crossed his arms over his chest and breathed deeply. “Explain it to me, Noemi. What choice will have been for nothing?”
“Choosing you,” I whispered. “I’m the only one Sante has left. I should have picked him, but I couldn’t because I was most worried about you. If you get involved, he’ll kill you.”
“Your father?”
“Yes. He’ll kill you and anyone who tries to stop him. That’s why I couldn’t tell you the truth, don’t you see? Because if you knew what my father had planned, you’d have to tell the Donatis, and then you’d be in danger. I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t sit by and watch you get hurt. And it pisses me off that I had to decide between protecting you or my brother because it wasn’t supposed to be this way. I wasn’t supposed to fall for you.
