I scoffed softly. "I almost killed her? She wanted me dead! I have been through hell for two days and no one asked me anything. Then—"
"It's fine, Giacomo. Let her be, Pietro, she doesn't have to apologize," Nadina interrupted me softly, acting like the victim once again. Her fingertips drifted to the hollow of her throat as she spoke, that delicate little gesture she wore like innocence.
Giacomo suddenly stood up, furious. "No, it's not okay, Nadina. She can't harm you and go scot-free. If you don't apologize this instant, I will punish you, Liliana!"
I shrugged. "I'm not apologizing for what I didn't do, Giacomo. Do your worst."
Giacomo dragged me roughly outside as he grabbed a bottle, smashed it against the stone courtyard.
Pietro shoved me forward.
They forced me to kneel on the shards.
Pain sliced through my skin. I gasped as glass embedded in my knees.
"Count to one hundred," Pietro snapped.
I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. They stood over me. Watching. The compound lights threw their shadows long across the ground, and somewhere behind them the house was warm and lit and I could smell the dinner still on the table.
Nadina smirked behind them.