ella
f a destruction I had already lived through. My gaze drifted from
rt, planting classical Sicilian roses-a desperate homage to my parents' love and the home I missed. But Li
there, trembling, watching them uproot every single bush and shove them into garbage bags. I had
, Isabella. Livia's comf
the present. The sweet, innocent mask melted away, revealing the vicious nineteen
She casually pushed back her cashmere sleeve, revealing a heavy, gleaming gold bracelet I knew Julian had commissioned pr
hen up to her desperate, triumphant eyes. She need
tirely steady. "Please open the window a cra
ference was a slap she hadn't anticipated. She spun on her h
ent of eucalyptus and mint oil Lucia had rubbed on my chest did little to ease the tight
li
ay with him. He didn't glance at the basin of cold water or the medicine bottles crowding my nightstand. H
his voice a flat, unforgivi
d had killed me. He hadn't come to see if the fever had broken. H
the words scraping a
taking your bitterness out on her. She is fragile, Isabella
cted wife. But the well was completely dry. I didn't feel the urge to expl
ing my face away from him, si
ubtle hesitation in his usually confident stance. He wasn't used to me ignori
to the Falcone family dissolved into dust. I didn't
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