Irabel
"I'm sure he'll be back as soon as he can," her mother pulled Irabel into a hug. "No need to be so gloomy, sweetheart."
"I'm not gloomy," she sulked, melting in the embrace. "And he can go for as long as he likes for all I care."
Romaldo could go to the ends of the earth with his fiancée for all she cared.
A growl rumbled low in her chest.
Perhaps she'd sever a limb or two first before he did. And probably shed more blood too. Vieva's blood.
The witch.
Her victorious smile when she'd slipped next to him in the car and when they drove off still grated on her nerves.
"An emergency?" She scoffed.
What was so important for him to leave her without a second thought.
Without a good bye kiss.
Didn't he not feel it?
"But you do miss him." Her mother cupped her cheeks.
"I do no
