Avara POV
"And now you know everything," I conclude.
Kelsey and I are being chauffeured, traveling through Italy in the rear cabin of a luxury car. Our first time in Italia, but our attention is shared between the two of us alone. I told her everything, everything I omitted, everything I know and even everything I'm unsure about.
"Were you seriously planning on staying with him?" she asks first.
I collapse against the Nappa leather, my shoulder resting against the seat with my torso twisted towards Kelsey. She looks back at me expectedly, lifting a quizzical brow like I'm in the wrong for stumbling into silence.
"Really, Kel? I told you that the man I fell stupidly in love with—killed my mother. And if he did not succeed in his attempt. My dad would be dead—and you're focused about the relocation?"
