"I WANT YOU TO FIND MY MOTHER."
Xanthe froze. Her eyes locked on him, totally distracted more by what she saw on his face than by his request.
Since meeting Lorenzo, she had seen him angry, arrogant, insufferable, and ruthless— but never vulnerable.
NEVER!
Though the expression lasted for the briefest second, it was enough to pull her into the black hole of compassion.
The mention of his mother clearly brought great sadness to him and the meddlesome part of her wanted to know why.
Stop It, Xanthe. His feelings are not your responsibility!
Quietly, she walked back to the sofa and sat down again, carefully wiping every trace of sympathy from her expression before looking up at him.
"Isn't she with your father right now?" she asked, pretending not to understand.
