Chapter 18 Wanting Out
- "Oh shut up." I groaned. Of course, he would use my actual attempt at speaking his language against me. At this point, I didn't even care what he said. I was too busy feeling like a moron.
- "Va bene." He shrugged. "Ti ci portero." He watched me with deeply amused eyes for a moment. "Cassandra, you do speak Italian now, no?"
- "No." I snapped.