Chapter 13 A Battlefield
- Vittoria pressed the gun harder against his forehead, as if it could silence the pain erupting inside her.
- His confession wasn’t just words; it was a blade piercing her chest, reopening wounds she’d fought to keep scarred over.
- Her lips trembled before she clamped them shut, desperately stifling a sob. She bit down hard, choking back the cry threatening to escape.