XENIA
A wave of shame and guilt I’d never felt before slammed into me and I immediately froze into place.
Unlike me, Matteo didn’t freeze into place and I couldn’t spot a shred of guilt or shame in his eyes as he quickly sprung into action to cover up the deed. He quickly wiped the remnants of blood that was staining his mouth and grabbed me by the shoulder while pressing a finger over his lips to shush me.
I frowned in confusion but didn’t say anything as he stealthily shoved me into a closet filled with coats and quietly shut it.
“Don’t you dare make a sound in there,” he whispered, looking at me through a keyhole in the closet door as he warned.
Despite how much I’d have loved to defy him, I had no choice but to nod in understanding and obey. The consequences of doing otherwise wer
