Page 374 of Reign

Santo catches me.

“Don’t look at my wife. I’ll cut your eyes out.”

“Santo!”

I look at Vasilisa again. On principle.

I almost laugh. “Now I’m looking at her.”

Santo takes a step. “Castillo.”

Vasilisa moves as though she intends to step between us.

Santo catches her immediately, wrapping an arm around her upper body and pulling her firmly back against his side.

She looks down at his arm.

Then up at him.

“Scythe.”

He stops. Ah.

She’s the leash.

Vasilisa lays her hand over his. “Let him take them.”

Santo’s attention stays on me. “He will return them.”

“No, he won’t,” Vasilisa says. “He can keep them.”

Santo looks down at her. “Dea.”

“It’s fine, Santo.”

“Elena has a right to them,” I remind him.

His eyes snap back to me. “You should stop speaking.”

“Probably.”

Vasilisa takes Santo’s hand.

“Come here. Let me show you my new painting.”

He doesn’t move. She tugs.

His stare remains on me while she pulls him two steps toward the easels.

I pick up the journals.

“Castillo.”

I stop at the library doors.

“You will never enter my house uninvited again.”

“I told you. The guard let me in.”