Page 333 of Reign

I slap his chest.

He catches my hand before I can do it again.

“You’re unhinged.”

“For Scythe, it makes sense.”

Scythe.

For a second, I’m small again, watching from the banister as my brothers come through the door covered in blood.

Angelo looked energized.

Santo didn’t.

He was too still. Too quiet. There was something different behind his eyes that night, something I hadn’t understood because no one ever explained anything to me.

That was the first time I saw Scythe.

I just didn’t know he had a name.

Luciano’s fingers close gently around mine.

“Where did you go?”

I blink and find him watching me.

“Nowhere.”

“Elena.”

I lower my cheek to his chest again.

“There’s so much I don’t get told.”

His hand returns to my hair.

“My brothers have entire lives I only know in pieces. Everyone decides what I can handle, and I’m always the last one to understand what’s happening.” I swallow. “I hate being the odd man out.”

Luciano presses his lips to my forehead. “You’re not.”

“It feels like I am.”

“Not with me.”

I look up.

His thumb moves beneath my eye.

“Ask me,” he says. “I may not be able to tell you everything, but I won’t treat you like a child.”

My shoulders loosen.

“You gave me a very PG version of Salvador.”

“It was an accurate version.”

“It was sanitized.”