How long do you think he’ll remain like this, Marco?” Romeo gestured toward his older brother, Dante, who sat in the corner of the living room with an empty expression in his eyes. The concern on his younger brother Marco’s face seemed to mirror Romeo’s own feelings of concern. Romeo hated being in any situation he wasn’t sure how to handle. He’d bested many an opponent in his lifetime and could charm the panties off a nun but this was a totally new territory for him. Marco raked his fingers through his long blond hair. “I really don’t know, Ro. I’ve never seen him like this but I think he’s entitled to his misery after what he’s suffered. Flora was everything to him—his mate. I don’t know exactly what’s going through his head but having experienced something similar myself, I can imagine his pain. It’s taken me a long time to get over what happened to Bianca and Gio. It still hurts to even mention their names.”Romeo raised a brow surprised by his brother’s assertion.
