FALLON
It must only be mere hours later when I wake again. Eyelids heavy, I blink back into consciousness, the soft rustle of fabric and the clinking of leather indicating movement in the room. Leone is dressing, his muscles shifting beneath his skin as he pulls on a crisp button-up shirt. The sound of water streaming in the bathroom tells me Milo is showering.
“Today Milo is taking you to get a wedding dress,” Leone announces without looking at me. “If you behave, I will allow you to see your sister and father afterward. Misbehave on him, and you’ll find yourself tied back to the bed, and that is where you’ll remain.”
I steady my voice. “You know, I can just say no at the altar,” I challenge, despite knowing it’s futile.
Leone turns, a laugh slipping from his lips. “And the priest wil
