Luca’s POV
The car was weird.
It smelled like old leather and something spicy, like pepperoncino oil, that made my nose twitch.
Sofia sat beside me, her legs too short to reach the floor. They swung back and forth while she stared out the window.
I could tell she didn’t trust these guys any more than I did.
The driver kept glancing at us through the mirror.
He had dark hair and a thick beard that made him look kind of like the villains from those old cartoons Mamma Chiara never allowed us to watch.
His friend in the passenger seat was older, with silver-white hair and a face that looked like it was always scrunched up from thinking too much.
“So,” Beard Guy started, his voice a little too cheerful, like he was trying very hard to seem friendly to children. “What are your names, kid
