Katherine Lugferd.
The Don? The Don of the mafia’s coven is here? I say to myself, walking into the west wing apartment and scoffing as I sit on the couch, crossing my legs.
“Take your hands off her.”
The sound of Salvatore’s voice etched in my ears as I remember it. It is crisp and clear in my head, the envisage of how he hugged her, stood up for her when I asked for an explanation. Is that really Salvatore? Is that the man who I couldn’t even beg to love me. I am in a state of aghast at the scene that just happened a few minutes ago.
I only know him to be someone who is strict, so what is that vulnerability? What is that side of him that I’m seeing with that girl child? Lilas. I know I went into a coma but I didn’t go into a different and alternative world where his heart has been e
