Our Violent Ends

Darling daughter”—Lord Cai pinched the bridge of his nose—“get in the car please.”

“Father,” Juliette shot back, “I crave violence.”

“Get in the car. Now.”

It was only then that Juliette realized what he had been saying, his eyes stricken like he had already lost hope of seeing her again.

I love you.

Even as the distance between them grew and grew, Roma had his eyes latched on Juliette, his face so pale under the shadow of the sky it was as if he were dead and executed already. Perhaps Juliette had an ill-divining soul. Perhaps she was seeing his future, perhaps by the day’s end he would be lying at the bottom of a tomb as the last of the Montagov line.