The sudden desperation in his voice was what made me let the earlier comment go. Any other reaction from him at all, and I might’ve been trying to tear his face off. But the expression of vulnerability reminded me that he was depending on me, that I was still responsible for the jerk.
Which meant I couldn’t afford to let either of us down.
With that thought, something inside of me stabilized. I gave him a nod. “Tell me where we are, and we’ll figure this out.”
Tony wasn’t the type to subsist off of baseless optimism, and his features settled into a guarded scowl. But that was normal for him, so I’d take it. “Tivoli,” he said, after a moment. “We’re in Tivoli.”
I blinked. “Why are we in Tivoli?” The town was some 15 miles away from Rome, but I’d never been there before—of course, that
