"The Don stands above every Family in the country. Of course there are shameless little tramps like this civilian crawling around, dreaming of climbing into his bed. My lady, we should make an example of her today. Send a message, and crush those delusions once and for all."
"That's right. Let every shameless wretch out there know that the Don's woman is not a title just anyone can claim."
Every one of them spoke with razor-edged malice, their eyes burning with a hatred so sharp it seemed they wanted to tear me apart where I lay.
I kept my expression grave. "You should go ask the Don himself who I am."
Seraphina lifted her chin, contempt dripping from every pore.
"You, a common outsider who snuck into the Forbidden Wing, think you're worthy of me inquiring about your identity?"
"I am the one closest to the Don's heart. I am Don Castellano's most treasured daughter. What are you? You think your status could ever compare to mine?"
She let her gaze drift across the darkened hall, the reinforced walls, the heavy silence that lived in this part of the estate. Her voice turned soft, almost idle.
"This wing is far too gloomy. It could use a splash of red."