Kate’s POV
“All I can say is this,” Marco said quietly, his eyes remained fixed on the road.
“Damien is not a good man. And cheating on his wife is the least of his sins”
My fingers curled into the fabric of my dress.
“What kind of sins?” I asked.
“I'm sorry but I can't say anymore”
The car slowed as we approached the house. I knew better than to push.
Marco wasn’t just refusing to answer, he was definitely obeying Dante’s instructions.
I was in my room later that day, sitting at the edge of the bed, still trying to recognize the woman in the mirror, when a knock came.
“Come in” I said softly.
Then the door opened.
Dante stepped inside, his gaze travelled across the room but stopped as they landed on me.
His gaze lingered on me, on my hair in particular. on the unfamiliar
