19
Shaun
Arturo squatted beside my bed, zero fear over the fact I might haul off and kick him in the face. He smiled up at me, his grotesque scar turning my stomach. “I’ve been looking for you.”
I kept my lips sealed against the sob and rising nausea wanting to spew sour wine all over him.
“Little princess.” His gaze roamed slowly down my face, lingering on my lips. “Where’s your father?”
“Dead,” I spit out, sudden anger sitting me upright.
His brow furrowed for a split second as his gaze shot back up to my eyes. “Is he, now?”
My heart stalled out—he didn’t know—which meant he had no clue where I’d been, who’d I’d been with, and what the Vipers had done.
“W-well, he never came back for me,” I managed, my voice shaky as hell as my heartbeat raced.
“And where did he whisk you off to
