**Marco

I’d given Lucia a cell in the basement, somewhere my little Serena had never been and would never be. My staff took care of her, which was a good thing because Lucia refused to take care of herself. Bathing, changing clothes, even force-feeding her had all become necessary.

I stood in front of her cell door, looking at the huddled shape. A maid had dyed her hair back to dark brown, but there was no getting the skeletal girl to put on any weight. If ...