Savio's POV.
"You want what?" I ask with a lifted brow. Amelia of course doesn't back down from my harsh stare, rather she folds her arms and meets my eyes with an equally intimidating look.
"You said you wanted to make up for the shitty way you've been treating Fiona," she states pointedly.
I massage my forehead and grit my jaw. I did say that, but having her repeat it to me was an odd thing.
Amelia has always had a way of getting under my skin. Something she, Nino and Fiona have in common.
"And how will letting her go out alone help?" I ask.
She stares at me like I asked the dumbest question in the world, and once again I find myself irritated by the condescending look on her face.
"Well, she's been trapped in this manor for a month, and I'm sure she has no fond memories of the pl
