Erica
The car ride was uneventful and this time Ephraim was sitting in the back with Antonio and I. He was on my side of the seat while Antonio sat opposite us like the king judging his people but still his gaze felt skin deep. Thankfully, I was wearing proper clothes. Apparently Antonio had already ordered for them and Ephraim had bought them for me. Now, as I sat there with his golden gaze occasionally flickering to me I was grateful for the jeans and the blouse that was made of the softest silk, and because there was a chill in the air there was a matching pink scarf to go with my outfit.
They were both into a deep discussion and talking in Italian but I heard Sokolov name a few times so I gathered they were still discussing about last night. And I didn’t miss how Antonio’s voice wo
