“Fine.” The only reason I’m agreeing to Salvo’s request is because I’m certain Massimo isn’t gonna take this well if he hears about it. And he needs all the support he can get. Including Salvo’s. “But touch me again, and I’ll introduce you to my favorite pair of scissors. You get what I’m saying?”
To make sure he understands my meaning, I grab the scissors off the table and point the tip at him like a dagger.
Salvo blinks, surprise flashing in his eyes. He c***s his head and looks at me as if he’s seeing me for the very first time. “There’s more to you than you’ve ever let on, Zara Veronese.”
His tone is strange—a mix of admiration and displeasure tinting his words.
“That applies to most people, Salvo.”
“I guess it does.” He gives me a respectful nod and exits the library, leaving me
