Chapter 126. Every Lie Ever Told

Calla sat by the window of her room, her eyes watching the wide yard outside, and the water flowing from the fountain. The statues looked beautiful, something out of an ancient painting, but she couldn't see it anymore. Not after what Donna Marta told her about it.

It made her wonder how many people's blood had been spilled in that fountain. How many people's lives had the De Romanos ended, and if they felt any ounce of sympathy?

She sighed, playing with the hem of her dress, her mind wandering to many thoughts. She hadn't seen Rico since he left her room angrily, and that was hours ago. 

Her chest still ached from their conversation.

The way he'd warned her, and the look in his eyes scared everything in her. 

She groaned and took to her feet, the memory of her begging him hours ago still s