Chapter Thirty-One

The missing piece of the puzzle.

It was my father.

The blood that Alaric wiped all over me was my father's. A thought that has me wanting to scream and cry at the same time. But I couldn't even if I wanted to.

If Alaric's goal is to emotionally torture me, then he succeeded. I may harbor bitterness in my father's lies and his seemingly selfish decision but at the end of the day, he was still my father and I love him.

But that's not it. Shockingly, while my father bathed in his own blood my mother is having an affair with Roman's father, Enrico.

What a joke. And yet it was not.

My day started, blissfully aware of the hard planes of a man sleeping next to me. Roman had stayed with me. I woke up with my body curled against him, his legs tangled with mine while his arm draped protectively across my body. We fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. His warmth was a contrast to the biting chill of my room as we forgot to turn on the heat when we