FALLON
“Leone,” I gasp, attempting to soothe the monster I’ve unwittingly provoked. My voice is soft, and I don’t think he hears me as his mind goes elsewhere. My mind spins as his grip grows harsher. No answer comes.
“Leone!” My other hand moves to his shoulder, my nails biting into his flesh, and he jolts, releasing my neck, and I suck in a gasping breath.
“I guess I have my answer then,” I rasp, trying to wriggle free from his grasp. His hold only tightens on my wrist, which is trapped in his grip.
“She’s dead,” he finally states, voice flat and devoid of warmth.
“Dead?” The word tastes like poison in my mouth as I stare at him, searching his face for any hint of emotion.
“Leone…” The words trickle out, half plea, half fear. He abruptly releases me, turning his face into the stre
