The Devil Wears My Ring

Leone wasn’t avoiding me… but he wasn’t exactly present either.

He still checked in on my thigh, still gave short nods to the maids when they brought me food, still slept in the same bed, albeit on the edge as though afraid of brushing against me. But it was in the air the silence that stretched a little too long between us. The way his eyes lingered like he wanted to say something, then didn’t.

And I hated that it bothered me.

I sat on the edge of the ...