Page 149 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

Calisto wouldn’t love her—Emma needed him to love her.

Emma didn’t believed it.

No way.

She spun on her heel and pushed open the door with thecurtains drawn. It was Calisto’s room. She had to see it for herself, withoutAffonso’s presence watching her every move.

Calisto sat shirtless on the side of the bed, flippingthe poker chip between his fingers while he held the rosary in his other hand.He didn’t seem to notice Emma enter his room.

For a moment, with the way he stared at the items hewas holding, Emma thought he might remember.

He might know.

Calisto turned to her, his face less swollen andbruised than it was just days ago when she had visited. His brow crumpled as hetook her in, but he still smiled.

In his confusion, he still managed to give her one ofhis sexy smiles.

“Hi,” Calisto said.

Emma’s mouth was dry. “Hey.”

He tipped his head to the side, like he was taking herin for the first time.

Like he didn’t know her.

Emma knew it then.

She knew his next words.

She could see it in his soul-black eyes.

This was not the man who loved her.

This was not the man she had met, learned, and fell inlove with.

This was the man who came before her.

A man who loved a liar, and didn’t know it yet.

Emma’s soul fell apart as Calisto spoke again, stillstaring at her like it was the first time he’d ever seen her. It felt likesomeone had shoved their hands inside her body, and just ripped what was leftof her heart away.

Three words.

That was all it took.

“Who are you?”

Emma

“What are you doing, Emma?” Affonso growled.

Emma turned around quickly, staring her husband rightin the face. Affonso’s anger clouded his features as he looked around thehospital room.

“I … I …”

She couldn’t find the right words to say.

“Zio,” Calisto said.