IGNAZIO
Izabella was sitting across from me, her head lolled gently to the side in sleep.
Her breathing was even, lashes casting soft shadows against her cheeks, lips parted just slightly.
She looked fragile.
My eyes trailed to the yellowing bruise on her cheekbone.
The sight made something hot and vile stir in my chest. My hands curled into fists.
If I was a lesser man, I would have already rammed those fists into Euron’s face. But I hadn’t. Because despite the anger that clung to me like a second skin, I wasn’t impulsive
Still, the truth remained; I’d put Euron in charge, and Izabella got hurt. But as much as I wanted someone to blame, Euron couldn’t carry a hundred percent of it.
He wasn’t the one who married the human in a world of teeth.
He wasn’t the one dragging her deepe
