Valentina
“Finally alone.” His words echo in my ears in an endless loop. One thing I’ve discovered about myself: I know how to kill men and I know how to fight; I understand a great deal about sisterhood; I accepted the need to marry the moment I was told; and I trained to conceal my double life—to act as the perfect wife in front of others and even in front of the man beside me.
But I completely forgot that acting as a pair is different.
“Finally alone.”
According to Elinor, I should enjoy the best part of marriage, adapt to my husband, and thus successfully carry out the Phoenix’s mission. But right now, all I can focus on is my dry mouth as he moves closer to me.
I feel disgust when this happens with Giácomo, who, for some reason, never understood boundaries. But now, here, in the
