Francesca
I swallowed hard and ran down the stairs, fear giving me speed. I didn't think Giulio would hurt me—not after he'd saved me in the dungeon—but what did I know? These men were strange, cold-blooded killers. He could make me disappear and never leave a trace.
At the bottom of the stairs, a hand grabbed my arm from behind, stopping me. "Frankie, wait."
I turned and saw the utter devastation on his face, what looked like fear and shame. I threw up my hands. "It's none of my business. Seriously, Giulio."
He looked around, clearly worried that we might be overheard. "Not here. We'll talk in the castle. Let's go."
There was no chance to plead my case or ask what he intended as he pulled me along behind him. We met Marco and the car not far from the entrance. Giulio held
