CAILY GALILEO
That Night.
My knees were buckly, my breathing was very much uneven. My heart was pounding uncontrollably in my chest and somehow even amongst this mix of emotions, there was a tiny bit of shameful excitement.
It definitely wasn't me being excited because in a few minutes, I would be having to walk in a room where Pietro was waiting for me and I'd have to perform for him.
It would not include him touching me but I knew very well that it would border a lot on that.
How could I even trust that he would not touch me? How could I ever trust a man who killed my father?
I was sure, very certain that Pietro must have ended the lives of a few more people over the past few years. It was a certainty for a monster like him
I sucked in a deep breath, looking into the mirror,
