66. Someone at my mercy

Antonio

I have come across many men who hold grudges as far as to sabotage the lives of their opponent. And I’ve had fair share of such men and yet none of them had managed to slip under my skin, not like Erica.

It has been four days since we came to the castle from Milan and she had shown her contempt towards me at every turn she could, that too while keeping silent. And I was impressed by her tenacity. She hadn’t spoken a word to me, at least not one that wasn’t forced with a threat hanging over her head.

It was in several ways that she let me know how much she hated me. If she was sitting in a small library and I’d enter, she would stand up from her spot on the high back chair and leave without a word. If she was having a late breakfast at the dining table— because she had quite clearly told Mario that she wouldn’t be joining me and Ephraim for our usual breakfast on the terrace, and I didn’t force her— and I stepped in the hall, she would stand up and leave her half eaten breakf