Of volume lineage

Ice spread through my veins. Giova

“You’ve gone pale, Isabella,” Lucrezia said. “Are you okay?”

I rose to my feet, forcing a smile, and flashed her the text. “Duty calls.”

She nodded in understanding. We embraced, said our goodbyes and then I began the walk upstairs.

Why had Giova

My panic had reached unbearable heights by the time I reached our front door.

All I could think was: what would Giova