23

Cara

"You get one night to acclimate," Eros says before we go to bed. "One night, asteraki mu, and then we are sleeping in my bed together, like husband and wife."

"Enjoy the couch." I slam the door in his face and crawl under the covers, curling up like a tiny ball, lost in the middle of the mattress.

I don't sleep very much. At first, I toss and turn, thinking about Eros outside the door sleeping in the sitting area. That asshole accused me of being aspy—me, of all people, a woman that hates the Pavone Famiglia more than anyone else in the world. What's he thinking? He can't really believe I've been lying to him this whole time.

And yet can I blame him for being paranoid? We're strangers and he's doing a lot to help me, and he's trying to come to grips with our situation as much as I am. Still, it doesn't matter, I'd never in my life spy for my ex-husband, let alone for his stupid mafia family, and it drives me insane that the idea would even occur to Eros.

Does he really think I'm