I stared at Damiano.
“A traitor?”
He nodded.
“Someone inside your family has been helping them.”
“Yes.”
“And you don’t know who?”
“Not yet.”
I pulled my hand from his.
“Then how do you expect me to trust anyone here?”
“I don’t.”
The answer surprised me.
“You don’t?”
“Not anymore.”
He walked toward the office window and looked out at the dark garden.
“Until we know who it is, nobody leaves this house without my permission.”
I folded my arms.
“What about Amelia?”
“Especially Amelia.”
“She has spent her entire life being controlled by other people.”
“I know.”
“Then don’t turn her into a prisoner again.”
He looked at me.
“I’m trying to keep her alive.”
“I know. But there’s a difference between protection and control.”
For a moment, his expression softened.
“You’re righ
