phin
so Estate was an exercise
eilings painted with frescoes of dubious artistic merit, gold-leafe
. It smelled of cordite, metallic blood, and the cloying,
h glass clinked like a rhythmic death knell. He looked smaller than he had on the steps. The bravado
ered from the velvet sofa. She was clutching a string of Sou
mud and blood staining the
a monster that had crawled out of a nightmar
to kill you
peaks and valleys of human emotion. I stood in the cent
them easy targets. The driveway is a kill zone with no secondary barriers. I
these years?" Giovanni
He was looking at me now, his mind clearly w
ter who could single-handedly repel an as
ou were raised in a quiet orphanage in the Swis
you can sleep at night," I replied, meetin
nswers to, Giovanni. You wanted a daughter. Y
ar end of the salon swung open wi
flawlessly dressed in a cream-colored designer pantsuit, her dark hair sleek
eighteen years warming the sea
e scene with the cold, calculating eyes of a girl
he floor, then at her trembl
turns," Bianca said, her voic
and poured herself a glass of sparkling water. "An
eaded, her voice cracking. "S
er eyes raking over my tactical boots and the co
on, only the sharp, jagged edge of a rival w
men. We don't need a feral stray turning our front yar
of the Cistern-the cold, dead weight of the Island-bleed into the air between us. She physica
he first shot was fired," I whispered, my
, Bianca. I am not here for
e mob princess in your ivory tower. Cross me, and
won't like the colo
ad pride, but the slight, nervous tremor in her hand as she
ching us with a mixture of awe and fea
point of the grounds and
als' that if they approach my door without anno
who had realized he was no longer the
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