Chapter 140

I stormed into the kitchen, fully dressed, my eyes fixed on Rodolfo, who was perched on a stool, his back to me. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of unspoken words hanging between us.

“Where are you going?” Rodolfo asked as soon as he sensed me, his back to me.

I never felt like I owed him an explanation to my where abouts like I did at that moment.

The whole day after Ares left had been sour, none of us saying a word to each other, and I spent the day locked in the confines of my room to avoid the awkward tension.

There were still a lot of things unsaid between us, but I couldn't bring myself to say them without feeling like a total bitch.

Kissing one brother one day, then going to see another brother the next.

He turned around and I realized I'd been silent for longer than was considered appropriate.

"Come," he said, his voice low and husky.

I hesitated, my feet heavy with reluctance, but something in his tone drew me in. Maybe it was guilt from me end?

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