Geneva
I want to scream at her. To knock her out of her stupor and tell her she should not be ashamed. That I understand, we all do. For a moment I meet Eda’s eyes, and she’s feeling it too, that same rage that’s burning me.
“Let the kid go,” I tell Ranier, my voice almost as sharp as ice as my eyes come back to him.
The nasty smile is back on his snake lips as he gets back to his feet, completely forgetting about Roxanne when he no longer needs her. The wind outside howls in the open field, making my skin prickle with goosebumps as I struggle to hold his gaze. I was wrong. His eyes are nothing like Luca Moretti’s. This man in front of me, the ultimate image of betrayal, is nothing compared to Luca. Just a mistake of nature that needs to be corrected. I will correct it.
“But I like the
