Salvatore’s POV

I watched her going through her gifts and when she was done she packed them into their boxes putting the ribbon back in place.

“Have you had anything to eat?”

Her reminder made me realize I had nothing to eat all day all thanks to my love for bloodlust and bringing that bastard to his knees. Jeremy had sent me a picture the minute I boarded a plane back to Greece of Simon's broken arms, his missing two toe nails and his mangled figures, his broken nose, and punctured eye.

What a divine sight.

A tourist attraction.

“None.”

She gasps, leading an outstretched hand as she leads me...