I should have run. I should have turned and walked away and pretended I heard nothing.Instead, like a fool, I stood there, the tray barely dangling on my fingers, my eyes holding his. It felt like the opulence of this mansion, the presence of Don Luciano, hell, even the bloody tray I was holding, all of it melted into oblivion. Like it was just he and I across a sandvial through to a time where I meant everything to him.I watched the ice take over his eyes again, his jaw tightening.Don Luciano said something, but I could hardly hear it above the rapid beating of my own heart.Slowly, he let his eyes drop from mine. A second was all it took, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze running down my body before he met my eyes again.I sucked in a sharp breath as I turned away, something twisting in my stomach. It felt like an endless push and pull. Like I knew he would make good his threat of revenge, but only... only if his gaze doesn't ruin me first. I walked upstairs absent mi
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