SILAS’S POV

 

Rome could be the city of love and shit, but it was damn right annoying when it came to its restaurants. There was always a ridiculously long queue in there waiting for shit to happen.

 

I had stepped out almost an hour ago to get us breakfast--to get Imogen breakfast. She had been asleep then. I had held her in my arms all night and aside from a few movement here and there, she had almost remained perfectly still.

 

My pet.

 

I would have preferred to remain contentedly by her side if I had not gotten that call.

 

Damn that call! 

 

It had taken a lot of restraint...