Pollux PoV.
I read the copy of Benedetta’s bank statement. There was a large transfer into her account on the same day she died. I looked at another piece of paper Alvise had given me to check the sender’s name, which was written as an anagram.
Alvise beamed as he showed me his phone screen. I frowned, still not understanding what was written there. My eyes shifted back and forth between him and the screen, waiting for a clear answer.
“I don’t get it. Just tell me, Al—who is Virion? I’m too tired to think.”
“Virgil Vissarion. I removed the last syllable of his first name and the first two syllables of his last name. You know I love doing this kind of thing, Pol.”
Suddenly, everything clicked in my mind. My blood began rushing through my veins at full speed. My claws nearly tore throug
