ALEXANDER
She’s looking at me, and her face is impassive in a way that shows she’s carefully trying to hide what she’s thinking. But she doesn’t look away.
Across the room, Dante stands with his arms loose at his sides, watching us with an expression that gives nothing away, and says nothing, which is the most unsettling configuration he has offered me tonight.
The sound of boots in the corridor.
Enzo comes through the door with Raffa a step behind him, and they take the room in quickly and efficiently, the way men do when they have been doing this long enough that assessment is reflex. Enzo moves to Dante without being asked, and Raffa flanks the other side, and Dante, to his credit or perhaps his calculation, does not resist. He simply stands there and allows it to happen, like a man
