Domenico by K.I. Lynn

Author:K.I. Lynn [Lynn, K.I.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: novel
Publisher: K.I. Lynn
Published: 2020-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

I followed Luca through the central hall with its large marble staircase. A glance down the extra-wide hall, and I was reminded of the sheer size of the estate.

I’d forgotten that, though my grandfather was second, he’d raised his family here alongside my great-uncle. Both were great men who’d lost their wives and daughters early, and I could see the toll in his eyes.

“You know, you could have at least told me who you worked for,” I said to Luca as we ascended the steps.

“Would you have believed me?” he asked as we reached the top and continued down the hall.

“Maybe.”

We stopped at the third door down. There was no special marking—it looked just like the other doors, but when he opened it, a wave of nostalgia hit me.

“Relax here. There will be a maid up soon to help you.” He closed the door behind him, and I was alone in silence.

The room was familiar. One I’d been in long ago, one that hadn’t changed. There was a large four-poster bed against one wall, and a floral duvet spilling over the edges. An image of me being curled up under the soft blanket swirled in my head as the memories flooded my mind.

It was my mother’s bedroom. The one she grew up in. The daughter of the second-in-command. A Vitale by birth.

As I walked around, my fingers flitted across pieces of furniture, creating a warmth that settled deep inside me even as the pain from her loss ripped through my heart once again. As the memories flowed, it was almost as if she were still there. I could almost see her sitting at the cream-colored vanity, applying makeup. As I sat on the pink velour stool and looked into the mirror, a tear fell from my eye.

Before I could stop it, a torrent of tears erupted.

I missed her. So very much. Add that to the shitstorm that had been the last five or so weeks of my life, and I let all the pain and anxiety and fear out. Expelled everything but Domenico, all the truths that broke me, and I blanketed myself in the memories, in the still-lingering feeling of my mother within the walls of her home. There was the safety she always shrouded me in, even though it had cost her everything.

The swell of emotions that had built up for so many weeks spilled out of me, and I couldn’t hold it back, not when I didn’t know how Domenico was. All the what-ifs and negative outcomes circulated through my mind. Thoughts drifting in and out. What would I do without him?

“Excuse me, Miss?”

I sniffed and wiped at my eyes with the heel of my palm. “Yes?”

At the door stood a girl around my age, her hair pinned back in a bun and wearing a dress that fell past her knees, an apron topping it. In one hand she held a large wicker basket. “My name is Amelia. Master asked me to help you get ready for dinner.

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