PENELOPE'S POV~
I took a step back, pushing away from Giovanni, my heart pounding as I looked at him.
His arms hung awkwardly at his sides, a look of confusion and guilt spreading across his face. His lips parted as if he were about to speak, but he quickly closed them again.
His eyes glared at the door with utmost hatred, and I could tell he wished to kill the guard this instant.
To him, the guard had come at the wrong time but to me! This was perfect timing.
His eyes moved back to me, he stiffened, his fists clenched by his sides. I saw the conflict in his eyes, a struggle between the desire to beg me to stay and the shame of his actions.
But I couldn't bring myself to feel anything but anger.
And Hatred.
He had betrayed my trust, again and again! And no amount of pleading would
