Nero didn't give me a glance as he approached the front porch.“Who was it?” He asked, and I knew he was talking about the stalker of that man— whoever the fuck he was.“No one I know,” I shrugged minutely, handing him a silver ring upon which sat a crest. “This was his. He wouldn’t talk.”So I cut out his tongue before shooting him, I thought. I had needed an outlet for my anger.“Hmm,” he said, looking at the ring briefly before placing it in his pocket. A part of me wanted to ask, but he had already walked back into the ma shook before I could say a word.I stood, feeling the cool evening breeze. My jaw clenched, eyes fixed on that spot where that man’s car had been.Who was he to Nero?My heart thrundered in my chest, and I curled my hands into fists, returning inside.Nero had entered his study, and I had the feeling he wouldn’t send for me tonight.So I got to my bedroom, slamming the door shut.What was this feeling?I paced around the room which seemed to constrict around me,
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