When Dominic walked in from the shower, towel around his neck, he paused near the vanity. His eyes moved across the surface. Emptier than usual. The small things missing. He frowned but didn't seem to mind it, or didn't want to examine what it meant.
"I've got business in Paris next month. Meeting with the Corsican outfit." He said it casually, the way he said everything that wasn't about Penelope. "If you want anything, make a list. I'll bring it back."
I didn't hesitate. "No. I don't want anything. Thanks anyway."
After all, I would be gone in a few days. What was the point of a gift from a city I'd never see with him?
Something shifted. He threw the towel onto the bed with a sharp flick of his wrist, and when I looked up, his eyes were cold. The Don's eyes. The ones that made soldiers lower their gaze and associates reconsider their words.
"So, what? You're upset because I bought you the wrong breakfast? Is that what this is about?"
I opened my mouth to explain that I wasn't angry. That anger would have required me to still believe this was something worth fighting for. But he let out a scoff before the first word left my lips.