“No, Don. We had already retired,” Valentina answers in her melodic voice. She’s wrapped in a robe somewhat inappropriate to display in front of soldiers.
“After the switch, accompany your soldiers with us for evaluation,” I tell Dante. “Ladies, you are welcome to stay at our home until we are certain of your safety.” I offer it as courtesy, but it’s an order. The place is not safe, and those around are not trustworthy.
They don’t answer and, naturally, wait for the head of their family’s approval, not realizing it wasn’t a suggestion or invitation. Dante’s entire house will be inspected—we don’t know how someone gained access to this fortress.
“Are ten minutes enough for you to gather a few things?” I press, making it clear it’s an order and giving no room for Dante to intervene.
“Yes
