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Not like her

I wanted to rip that portrait off the wall I hated the way she stared athated her

“Not this tihtThe handful of times I’d been in here, he’d never once looked at it

I wanted the history of it all I ached for it To kno much he’d loved her What happened to her Hoas connected with Lorenzo What he beca the Don when it wasn’t his birthright What was his birthright? What was his childhood like?

I shookI needed to be thinking about right now I did not need to learn about Cristian’s childhood That would not get me out of here

There was a renewed need to find the evidence that I hadn’t beenfor this past week I’d told o searching safely Never was alone in the house for long enough Noas clear I had to create an opportunity Force one My life and my sanity depended on it

“What is going to happen to hi my arms over my chest “A slap on the wrists? Or better yet, the back? For putting the woman in her place?” My words were coated in acid, and now hed heavily on me

I felt incredibly, painfully alone

My eyes found a golden letter opener on Cristian’s desk and I toyed with the idea of running to grab it, sinking it into his neck I i over me

“No, Sienna” Cristian’s words sounded like they’d been yanked out from a primal part of him “Whatever this life is, we do not violate women” His eyes burned into me

“So you’re saints,” I derided

Cristian’s forehead wrinkled ever so slightly “No, Sienna Fro but a saint” Cristian looked out the , as if he were searching for the right words, as if he were trying to calm himself down It was a crack in his exterior A considerable one It made him seem all the more human After a few moments, his eyes returned to mine “That’s what drew you to me Because you’re no saint either”

Soht had been danificantly, fro