Caged Bride
rridor, her fingers brushing the cool stone wall as if grounding herself. The morning orientation had ended, but the unease h
ape the stifling quiet of her quarters or the surveillance she felt in every step. It wasn't just the cameras. It was the way the st
listened. Voices-two men, speaking in hushed Italian. She didn't understand the
d around
with a face like carved steel and eyes that didn't blink enough. The
into English, unaware of her presence. "You've marr
vicious. "Careful. That pawn
norted. "
reaked beneath her foot. Too late. M
or harden. It simply was. As if he'd already known sh
he asked, voice
ng the instinct to run.
. "Brave thing, wande
at him. "She is al
sparkled with derision. "We'
g himself subtly between her and the s
stiff
atteo said. "Mrs. Cossimo
itated, just long enough to feel the danger coiling tighter
But something told her he didn't
o a drawer. She didn't look up when Aura entered, but her po
hat man?"
immediately. Her hands
aw som
he scar on his temple. The
e. "That would be Rocco Valente. He's not
Dant
his fa
closer. "Why
this marriage. Rocco believes Signor Moretti's choices weaken the fam
terly. "Dante is many things
you as a threat. To tradition. To
ruises-quiet and deep. She hadn't just married into we
member delivered a simple note on thick stat
ourtya
igna
en she read over Aura'
nk I h
e arrived, save for one figure sitti
Cos
mething in the woman's posture-ri
with Valente," Mrs. Coss
him. I didn
in the restricted corri
n. "No one told me
thinning into a razor slash. "You
rve to know wha
marriage, not
ward. "Then why does
ht in her grasp. "Because you've been droppe
hroat ti
ce as crisp as winter air. "Do not confuse your wedding ring with protecti
ura without waiti
horizon, mind racing. She hadn't seen blood. Not yet. But she had seen what
, warnings were n
her feet as she padded quietly to the window. Below, the gardens swaye
ving across the lawn
prec
e figure paused near th
art st
e appeared from the shadows o
nt
out. He simply watched. And then, a
gazes
othing. D
wind that carried the scent of stee
was not a
alrea