I don’t care what you say, there’s no way I’m going to allow you—” “Allow? Allow! Lady, you’re not in any fucking position to allow anything.” “Don’t you swear at me, Kaisie Giliati. And I don’t think you understand. I will not allow you to go without me to rescue my son. He needs me there. He needs his mother. I’m all he’s got and I will not let you leave me behind.” “Non rompermi le palle. You’re just going to get in the way and I can’t—” “Get in the way! Ooh, you are such a jackass. Don’t even think you can—” “How long have they been at this?” Catene Rossini Ferante whispered the words as the two combatants continued, but Kaine Giliati heard them loud and clear. Without taking her gaze away from the seething emotion between her father, Kaisie Giliati, and Grace Bellasario, she motioned for Cat to come closer. She didn’t want to interrupt the battle. “About half an hour,” Kaine whispered back. “They’re starting to circle back to where they started, though, so I assume Dad’s going to storm out in another minute.
