CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

GINEVRA

I slipped out of my room, making sure my feet delivered featherlight contact to the floor as I made my way down the spiral stairs.

All those hours I spent in my room, I took my time pondering over the life Ricardo was offering. It was a promising one, a peaceful life, a life that offered the quietness and gentility I sought, but it was not for me. I was too fucked up in the head for that life.

I made a decision.

I was leaving and I was leaving without letting Ricardo know.

"Going somewhere?" That familiar thick voice echoed and halted my movement just when I was about twisting the door knob.

I spun around and was met with Ricardo's piercing gaze. Those blue irises shone so bright and my knees almost gave out on me. "I asked you a question, Ginevra, are you headed somewhere?"

Somewhere; the irony.

"I'm leaving." I deadpanned as I straightened my back.

"Leaving where?" Ricardo asked in amusement.

"I'm leaving this house, I'm leaving Tuscany, I want out of this."

"No."