Chapter 85

ARIA

“Fabiano.” A purr resonated in the air.

I saw Fabiano’s face hardening, his eyes darkening with the message of incoming storm before he blinked and smiled, slowly and viciously.

“Mother.” He crooned, a mocking note in his voice.

My head snapped, shock penetrating through me at his word.

Mother.

My gaze danced between the two, my mind registered the similarities between them that I had failed to notice before.

Those eyes.

They both had the same eyes.

Grey like dark clouds filling the sky before a storm.

“How nice of you to come here.” Fabiano widened his smile, “It must have been difficult, huh, mother? To come back from the Land of the Dead to haunt my ass?”

“Fabiano!” It was a hiss this time, speaking of the anger that was growing in this room.

Shivering at the tense atmosphere in the room, I backed myself away from the sick woman. As soon as my feet touched the floor, I went for my son. I bent over the crib, holding Saint in my arms, careful not to wake him up. I pr