Domenico's voice came next, cold and detached.
"Where would she go? She's a woman with no family, no name, no protection. She can't even remember her own past. Besides the Corrado Family, she has nowhere."
"I've spoiled her too much these seven years. Her temper's gotten out of control. Olimpia just came back. Giuliana needs to learn her place."
"I'm going to strip that pride right off her bones. Make her understand who the real master of this house is. Once she accepts reality and falls in line, I'll keep a room for her here. She'll be fed and clothed. She should be grateful."
Zaccaria sighed. I heard the faint press of glass against wood as he set his drink down.
"You keep humiliating her like this, aren't you afraid she'll actually give up on you?"
Domenico let out a laugh, quiet and dripping with contempt.
"Give up? The greatest skill Giuliana has ever possessed is clinging to me like a vine. She can't survive without me."
The tray tilted slightly in my hands.
A few drops of scalding soup splashed over the rim and landed on the back of my hand. The skin swelled red instantly.
I didn't feel a thing.