SILAS’S POV

Rome could be the city of love and shit, but it was damn right annoying when it came to its restaurants. There was always a ridiculously long queue in there waiting for shit to happen.

I had stepped out almost an hour ago to get us breakfast--to get Imogen breakfast. She had been asleep then. I had held her in my arms all night and aside from a few movement here and there, she had almost remained perfectly still.

My pet.

I would have preferred to remain contentedly by ...