Page 407 of Reign

Too easy.

Everything is too fucking easy.

I pull on a pair of pants and come back to her.

She sits at the edge of the bed. I kneel in front of her but don’t touch her this time.

“Elena.”

Her fingers curl into the hem of my shirt.

“What else is wrong?”

Her gaze meets mine.

“The gardener. Felipe.”

Every muscle in my body tightens. “What about him?”

“You didn’t stop.”

I nod.

“He was already dead.”

“He was.”

“And you kept stabbing him.”

“He touched you.”

“That doesn’t make him less dead.”

I lower my head for a second. When I look up again, her eyes are wet.

“You screamed,” I say.

“I watched a man die.”

“Because of me.”

“Because his blood was in my mouth. Because I saw the exact moment his eyes went empty. Because you turned toward Rodrigo with the knife, and for one second, I thought you were going to kill him too.”

Her voice shakes, but she doesn’t look away.

“I was scared, Luciano.”

There it is.

The thing I have been waiting for her to say.

“Of me.”

“No.”

The answer comes immediately.

“No?”