~Livia's POV
I stood there, rigid, watching him walk away with that calm, unshakable presence that always made me feel small, and my blood boiled hotter than I'd thought possible. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms, and I couldn't stop the words that slipped past my lips, harsh and sharp.
"What do you mean, impregnating that girl?" I spat, the anger shaking my voice even as I kept my head high, trying not to show that fear that everyone else in this house felt in his presence. I had always known Salvatore was untouchable, his temper, his authority, his presence, but this? This felt like a personal insult. My vision blurred a little as I stared after him, my chest tight with indignation.
"She… what?" I whispered to myself before spinning toward his mother, trying to find a trace of understanding, of someone on my side.
