Chiara
“I don’t want to stay anymore. I think I’d like to go home,” I said to Abel just as we finished speaking with some business partners.
We had both represented Domenico quite well, with me forcing smiles that never reached my eyes. But I had to admit that I couldn’t stay there any longer.
I never thought Domenico’s silence would hurt like that. I never imagined it would reduce me to this fragile, aching mess, and I hated that his anger affected me.
I hated that I cared when I wasn’t supposed to.
Abel accepted without question, and the next minute we were riding home with the guards trailing behind.
The city lights blurred past the window, streaks of gold and white melting into the darkness. I rested my forehead against the cool glass, trying to ignore the ache in my chest and th
