The air in Demetrio's office is heavy with the lingering scent of his cigar, though it remains untouched on the edge of the ashtray. His mind spins as he leans against the heavy mahogany desk, the faint tick of the clock on the wall the only sound in the room. His hands flex and clench, tension rippling through his body...
He has to tell her...
There's no way around it, no way to justify keeping it from June.
With a deep breath, he straightens, grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair. The halls of the Delassaro manor are quieter than usual, the late hour keeping most of its occupants in their quarters or busy elsewhere. Demetrio's shoes echo faintly against the polished floors as he heads to June's room. Every step feels heavier than the last, his chest tightening at the thought
