All I could remember was what happened the last time I refused to give Daniela something she wanted. My ski goggles, of all things. Dominic had stripped me bare and left me alone on the mountainside in the freezing cold, then taken the gondola down with her while his soldiers watched from the lodge and did nothing.
Inhaling sharply, I unclasped the bracelet and placed it around Daniela's wrist. Her hand drifted to her stomach the instant my fingers touched her skin. She held it there, cradling the slight swell, her eyes lifting to Dominic to make sure he saw.
Then I told her gently, "May the child in your womb be safe and sound."
Hearing that, Dominic surprisingly offered me a sliver of dignity.
"Seraphina, as long as you behave, my child will be your child too."
The moment he finished speaking, the bracelet on Daniela's wrist suddenly slipped and shattered on the marble floor.
A shard grazed her leg, drawing blood.
Dominic rushed to scoop her into his arms, holding her like she was made of Murano glass.