"Come," Luigi's s**t-eating smugness was boiling my blood, literally. But the unshakeable fear of death was helping to keep that down. Added to it was the shock of seeing Leonardo, the real Leonardo. And I was still yet to process.
Should I run?
Can I run?
I don't think so. There were guards everywhere and even if I did manage to fight them off, then I would be a proven traitor and shot straight at the sight. There was no escape anymore. I took a deep breath and walked inside, the stench of blood and sweat hitting me hard.
"Halt a bit," Luigi exclaimed, his smugness palpable in his voice. "We have a guest here. Amara?" He moved away, smirking devilishly at me. I was in no mood to give a f**k about him. Instead, I raised my eyes and they met his wide, bewildered ones. I couldn't lo
