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Dante and I sat at the dining table, our eyes trained on our plates. Mine burned, but I knew if Father caught me crying, he’d whip me. My back itched at the thought as I felt my shirt shift across my scars.
But it was worth it to spare the little girl with crystal blue eyes and golden curls. For some reason, I couldn’t bear to see the fear in her eyes. Everyone was afraid of Father. But the thought of tears streaming down her plum cheeks had my chest tightening. Just like it had when Father hurt my mother.
Another loud crash, and it didn’t take a genius to know there’d be a lot of broken furniture. Mamma and Father always argued. He called her a spoiled whore. She screamed for him to avenge her. I didn’t understand much of what was said, but it was hard to understand why he always yelled at her.
Mamma said that a good man never raised his hand or his voice at women or children.
And yet, she loved him.
Another bloodcurdling scream tore through the castle. I pushed my chair back and stood. We weren’t permitted to interfere, but I couldn’t let him hurt my mamma. If I got the beating intended for her, so be it.
About: This story is part of the Thorns of Omerta series, which is one of my favorites. Reina and Amon’s story will span three books, and this is the first. I just finished the book and it’s nothing short of amazing, I absolutely loved it.
Once upon a time, a lion saved a girl. His little cinnamon girl.
That lion grew up into a prince. Dark, bitter, and so beautiful that it
hurt to look at him.
But underneath it all, the girl saw the man. She saw his hunger for love
and affection, and she had plenty to give.
I was that girl. I fell in love, even though he told me not to. I gave him
everything, because that was who I was.
I was determined to show him the light in this world, and his smiles
were what I lived for. He was my art, my melody, my muse. We were beautiful together.
So I gave and gave, all to my bitter prince. Until I had nothing left to give.
Until he left me empty.
No one warned me love would push me into darkness so cold, it’d tear me apart.
To survive, I’d have to kill the cinnamon girl and become someone else. Someone I didn’t recognize.
This book is part of a trilogy and can’t be read on its own.