Chapter 13 Brother's Warning
- The bruise on my wrist had faded to a sickly yellow-green, but I could still feel Luca's fingers there. Just yesterday since I'd locked myself in the guest room. But seeing him pretending nothing happened yesterday.
- I traced the mark absently, staring out the breakfast room window. The Mediterranean stretched endlessly blue, mocking me with its freedom.
- "You're not eating."