Fiorentina
“Don’t come near me,” I warned, my right hand raised as if a weapon.
What could I do exactly? What powers could I wield on land so far away from water? My strengths were in my movements, swimming, and dancing. I wondered what those could do against the large man advancing toward me.
“I will not hurt you, whoever you are. I can’t decide if I should believe that you’re not her – not Dalia. You look like her. Dance like her.”
His voice sounded sad, but I couldn’t let that distract me. He could be a psychopath. He could have killed Dalia because he thought it was the right thing to do. He could have loved her or at least admired her.
“I am not her. She had died a long time ago, and I am not even twenty.”
“I know. I know. You do look younger than Dalia her last year. Then,
