Chapter 22 What I Couldn't Fix

Damian POV

I sit in the Brera house with my shirt undone and my hands not quite steady, and I can't stop hearing her. Not Olivia. The other one. We don't like you. We like Uncle Julian. And Mama says we don't talk to strangers.

Sixteen words from a five-year-old, and they've taken something out of...

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