The Don's Regret: She Saved His Life

iello estate was a sea of bla

casting a golden light that felt abrasive and a

ess that blended into the shadows, holding a tr

ll knew who I was. They whispered behind their hands, their e

ghter," a woman whispered

he let h

food," her husband re

to his arm like a parasite. She was wearing *my* dre

r frame, but she wore it wi

nte's voice boomed, inst

nto a mask of adoration. "To my savior. The wo

the chest. *I* gave him life. *I* lay in that hospital bed for

Dante said. He sn

it. Inside lay the Emerald of Sicily-a necklace t

two years ago, swearing on his l

around her throat. "It finall

g with greed. She looked at me across th

d them, my leg

ng the large central emerald.

aid, my vo

u have a match for Dante's blood type. Since my heart is still so... fragile from

m went

licker of something-confusion?-in his eyes.

turning cruel. "But you don't have one to give,

w him the scars, show him the machine keeping me al

ive you, Dante," I said s

"Ugh, get away from me. You smell

shov

errace, overlooking the estate lake. I stumbled back, my b

fe

ng. I hit the surface with a s

mouth. The heavy battery pack of my LVA

f the ballroom shimmer

dn't

quiet. There was no pain

of bubbles. I closed my eyes, and for t