Francesca
Even though I didn't want to admit it, I was excited to go out tonight. I told myself it was because I wanted to see Siderno, look for possible escape routes. It was definitely that, but it was also a chance to get out of the castle. I hated being stuck up there, and a night in a nice outfit, in a fancy restaurant, sounded like heaven.
That was how far I had come in just a few days.
Giulio was chatty during the drive into town, pointing out places and things, telling funny stories about his childhood. The closer I was to him, the less he seemed like a hardened gangster like his father. Giulio was thoughtful and intelligent, playful and fun—basically everything Faust wasn't. If they didn't look so much alike, I wouldn't have called them related.
At the restaurant, ev
