I didn’t answer right away.Every eye in the room was on me.Lucia, still on the floor, was looking at me with a pleading expression, but underneath it, I saw a flicker of resentment.She thought that if she acted pathetic enough, if she offered to back down, I would let her go, let her run off to Europe to lick her wounds.“Send her to Europe?” I repeated softly, a cold, mocking smile touching my lips.I walked slowly towards her until I was looking down at her.“Lucia,” I leaned in, my voice an icy whisper, “when you locked me in that damp, black basement to let the rats gnaw at my skin, did you ever think about letting me go?”A collective gasp went through the hall.Vincenzo and Emma’s faces changed instantly. Emma stared at me in disbelief. “Olivia, what are you talking about? What basement?”“And,” I ignored Emma, my eyes still locked on Lucia’s rapidly paling face, “when you had the staff pour ice water on my blankets in the dead of winter, forcing me to shiver in a corner; when
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