Chapter 44 Enemy Territory
- Vittoria sat frozen, her fingers gripping the fabric of her dress over her thighs, her heart pounding unevenly in her chest.
- She tried, in vain, to pinpoint when she had sown such hatred in this man.
- But perhaps the cruelest part wasn’t the hostility itself, but the fact that he didn’t hate her for who she was, but for what she represented.