She couldn’t catch her breath and the lack of oxygen made her head swim crazily. She squeezed her eyes, hoping to stem the relentless tide of hopelessness that threatened to drown her. Even when she heard footsteps in the salone, where she’d retreated to, she couldn’t move. For several minutes, Cesare stood behind her in silence, his breathing unsteady. Then firm hands settled on her shoulders. She flinched but when she tried to move away, he held on. ‘Ava, listen to me.’ ‘No...’ A weak, drained breath puffed out. His fingers tightened momentarily before he let go. She sensed him move away but she was too numb to lift her head. Seconds later, he returned and held a glass against her lips. ‘Drink this,’ he commanded. She caught a whiff of the cognac and jerked away from him. ‘Getting drunk, as tempting as it sounds, isn’t going to solve what’s wrong with us, Cesare.’ ‘No, but it will help.’ Contrition tinged his voice as he sat down beside her.
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