Chapter 28

Fallon’s POV

I blinked my eyes, but the same sight still met me. Rodolfo Salvatore was smiling at me while his hands were firmly pressing into Blondie’s neck. I could see her red face gasping for breath. Her friend was balled on the ground in pain, obviously from being rammed into the wall.

“Are you okay?” he threw the question at me.

I nodded in response.

His eyes flickered from Cher to Blondie. “What do we have here? Two servants playing God,” he mocked.

In a second, he released Blondie, who scrambled a few feet away from him.

Rodolfo walked to me, his hands outstretched in a gesture to help me up. I took it, and he pulled me to my feet.

“Fallon, right?” he asked with a corny smile.

“Yes.”

Unfazed by the blood, he tossed me a hand towel. “You have quite the habit of roaming the castle alone, don’t you?”

I muttered, “Thank you,” putting the towel to use.

His eyes twinkled. “You are most welcome.”

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