DOMENICO
"She’s still not picking my calls."
The words fell from my lips like a curse. I let out a heavy sigh, staring down at my phone, my thumb brushing over her name glowing on the screen.
Reina.
My Reina.
Her name alone had power over me. It mocked me now, taunting me in the dim light of the bathroom.
I leaned forward towards the cold, tiled wall, the water cascading down my shoulders, streaming over my skin in relentless rivulets. I’d been standing under the shower for over thirty minutes, but I barely felt it anymore. The water had gone cold long ago, yet I didn’t move.
I just kept staring at her name—as if by sheer will, by the ache clawing at my chest, she’d somehow change her mind and answer. As if she’d finally stop punishing me.
"Why are you doing this to me, Princess?"
