Nino’s POV.
I lean my forearms on the railing and watch with hooded eyes as Fiona exists the manor with Neil at her side. The two of them are smiling at each other, chattering in light yet quiet tones and the look in their eyes as they look at each other is one of absolute wanting.
I have half a mind to jump down there and gouge out Neil’s eyes.
Even from here I can scent her, cinnamons and flowers, with a heady tone of something else that’s driving me crazy with need, a need to both keep her away from Neil and claim her so harshly that she’ll have it branded into her beautiful mind that she’s mine.
I stop myself from scoffing at the deranged thoughts I’m entertaining, of course none of these things would ever be possible, the damage has already been done and there was no reversing it,
