Sophia's POV
The door to our suite clicked shut behind us.
Blood. So much blood.
I could still feel the warmth of it on my face, could still taste copper on my lips. Carlo's lifeless eyes stared at me from the darkness behind my eyelids every time I blinked.
My hands were shaking so violently that I had to clasp them together to stop the tremors. The romantic honeymoon suite that had seemed so magical just hours ago now felt like a gilded cage.
Vito wheeled himself into the room with his usual commanding presence, seemingly unaffected by what had just transpired on that terrace. How could he be so calm? How could he act like executing a man was just another item on his daily agenda?
"Isabella."
His voice cut through my spiraling thoughts.
"Help me with this."
I turned to find him
