Chapter Seventy: You Own Me

“You don’t…feel better?”

Matteo asks.

“I do, but... I don’t feel ‘cured’. You know?”

I say, finally slowing down to inhale the chilly air.

“That’s a given. Something was taken from you; it will take some time to feel whole again.”

I sigh at his answer.

He has experience with grief, so I will trust him when he says time is the answer.

“There might be hell to pay with Sheila’s death.”

I say to Matteo, but he shrugs.

“Her husband's men helped us get her.”

The mercenary corps? Why?

"Anyway, business talk aside, you can go to the funeral now."

"What?"

I ask as I wipe the wetness from my face and turn to Matteo, who, even though he had killed a man, looked the same.

"They were planning something for the funeral."

"Still? Didn't they feel anything at killing an innocent person?"

His arms wrap around me from behind as I complain, and I inhale him.

How can he smell good at such a time?

His fingers stroke my hair soothingly.

I don’t get it. Didn't they regret killing Blair?

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