Iliaria refused to leave me alone, and arguing with her only made her more resistant to my request. “Do you even begin to know what you are doing?” Iliaria asked from where she stood on the other side of the bedroom. “No,” I admitted. “I obviously don’t know how to contact Azrael, either.” “Then ...
I got to my knees and Renata’s fingers laced around my wrist, stopping me. “Epifania,” she said it softly, almost tenderly. I struggled, caught between uncertainty and desire. “It has been years since you’ve said my name that...