I froze as I stared at the lifeless body of Niccolo and the blood stains that covered every inch of the white sheets. His eyes were wide but lifeless as he stared up at the ceiling. The scene was nothing less than horror. Amara left no stone unturned to stab him to death. It wasn't the smooth work of a professional killer that she was. My heart sank to the darkest depths of despair as I realized it was a helpless attempt to save herself at any cost. In the stab wounds on Niccolo's torso, I could see her fear, her fury, her desperation...her pain.
Amara.
I rushed after her as she dragged herself downstairs. Her body was limp, blood trickling down her hand and splattering all over the floor. Luigi almost jumped from his seat as he took her form. Fury was eminent in his dark eyes as he g
