DANTE's POV
I stared in disgust at Francesca who had her head bowed down and her fingers in her lap. We remained in the same position for a while.
It wasn’t disgust I was feeling although that is what I wanted to tell myself… that I hated her and I was disgusted by her behaviour and happy about her suffering but it was all a lie.
I felt an emotion that was as foreign to me as the death of my brother; it was pity and it did not feel nice.
I had no reason to pity her… her family deserved everything that was coming to them including her and I was going to make sure she admitted to the truth; that she had been part of the scheme to kill my brother.
She was a very good liar and I wondered if I had underestimated her and was now allowing the little chit get under my skin with her soulful ey
