19

Camille

This conversation is getting me nowhere and it's pointless. It's also probably best to stop pushing him because I haven't negotiated the important things yet and there's still more I need to know. "Can I see Richard or my dad? Or at least call them?"

"No." His tone is cold, his stare icier.

"Why not? They're my family."

"Richard is not your fucking family."

"Even you can't think this is okay." I glare at him, wide-eyed, pleading. "Alessio, you just took me as I was about to make my vows. That was it. I at least got to say some sort of goodbye to my father, but I didn't get to say anything to Richard."

He sits back, his expression emotionless as he steeples his fingers, staring back at me in silence. Not the kind of silence you expect from a person contemplating something important, but definitely the kind when they aren't.

It's clear whatever mission he's on has stolen his humanity.

"Please," I add.

He blows out a ragged breath and presses his lips together in displeasure.

"On