Years of practice coming in handy, Morana kept her composure, not even allowing her fingers to curl into her palms, and smiled at the other woman. “Fucked. Past tense, Mrs. Mancini. But I’m the present and the foreseeable future.” Chiara’s smile faltered. “He will come back to me.” “Maybe,” Morana shrugged. And then she leaned in closer. “Or maybe, I will destroy him for anyone else.”
