A Remembered Ruin

“Do you ever regret it?” Camilla asked.

Massimo raised an eyebrow. “Regret what?”

“Becoming who you are. Living like this, always guarded, always…” she trailed off, searching for the word. “Controlled.”

He gave a small, humorless smile. “Regret is for men who think they had a choice.”

“Maybe you did,” she said.

He looked at her, a faint trace of amusement flashed across his expression. “And maybe