CRIMSON VOWS

ree: Blood a

shadows across Matteo's face. Isabella studied him-the sharp cut of his j

fering he

was ready to burn th

wallow, the burn a welcome distraction from the storm inside

about Mo

r."* He traced the rim of his own glass again, a habit she was beginning to suspect was less

brow. *"And you th

is gaze raking over her like he was measuring her worth. *"You've got your f

her. *"Flattery doesn

ct. You survived the fall of the Romanos. That means you're either very

sing to blink. *"And whi

lethal. *"I guess we'r

sleek black envelope. He slid it across the bar, and I

ew identity

ls of a

fingers brushing against the cold metal of th

ow over her. *"Moretti's hosting a private game at the *Vesp

ip curled. *

Matteo adjusted his cufflinks, his expression unreadable. *"Play them w

in the air, sh

with deliberate calm. *"Don't worry, De Luca."* She met his g

dn't reach his ey

's fingers curled around the en

Freedom. S

devil's

e was