VIOLA Cosimo reaches for me, burying his face against my stomach, his massive shoulders heaving. My pulse kicks into a frenzy as his muscular arms wrap around my waist. What is this? Why is he— "Mamma, leave us, please," he says in a hoarse voice. Ottavia hesitates, her gaze meeting mine for a second. Then she turns and walks out with worry written all over her face. Blowing out a breath through my nostrils, I attempt to pull away, but his arms tighten, making me gasp. "Cosimo!" "Don't leave me," he says, and I narrow my eyes at him. "I have made up my mind. No amount of begging—" The words break off into a startled gasp when he looks up, strands of his hair dipping over his bloodshot eyes. Desperation and anguish. It's all I can see in their depths. Perhaps the old me might have faltered. But I still remember the Cosimo that abandoned me and left me to die. My breathing quickens. I can't let him trap me. If he won't let me go, I'll make him. "I don't love you an
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