Romaldo
"Talk to me..." Romaldo murmured against the curve of Irabel's neck.
Moments earlier, he had woken to emptiness.
His arms, still warm... but empty.
He'd found her by her window, staring out as the morning light spilled across the room.
He'd crossed the room in a heart beat.
"Irabel?"
"Vieva is right," she said, refusing to look at him.
What the—
Whatever he'd expected, it wasn't his fiancée's name on his woman's lips after the night they'd had.
"You should reject me," she added, voice steady.
He stilled.
What the hell had happened between the moment she'd shattered in his arms... and now?
"Reject you?" he repeated, nose flaring. "Now why would I do that?"
The mere thought sent his chest tightening in a way it hadn't before.
"You know what I am—what I'm—"
"And what a
