"I'm going to go spend time with your father," she announced.
Luca blinked. "What?"
"Yes. Your father. The same terrifying man is now, apparently, obsessed with me. Turns out," she continued, with the smugness of someone who had discovered a new weapon and intended to use it irresponsibly, "I am his la mia piccola regina." She said with a weird lilt to it.
Luca frowned faintly. "That is not even properly—"
"Do not ruin this for me too," she snapped.
He shut up immediately.
"Anyway," she continued, "I'm going to go and be treated exactly like that while you lie here and suffer for what you just did."
"Haven't I suffered enough?" He tried to take another step toward her.
It was a mistake. Pain shot through him so sharply his face tightened at once, and he had to catch himself on the bedrail.
She gasped in outrage. "Get your ass back in bed!"
