Her eyes widened. Was she surprised I could read her so easily? She was an open fucking book. "Romolo," she said, voice tight. "Let go of me." I leaned in, lowering my voice. "I’ll let you in on a secret." My grip tightened slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to make sure she was listening. "Not everyone deserves to be taken care of." Her breath hitched. "That’s a sad way to look at life."
