Alessia Mancini
"You forget, Lucia," Giovanni said, his voice low and dangerous. I could feel the vibration of his words against my back. "She's also my greatest strength."
The conviction in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. I turned my head slightly, catching the fierce protectiveness in his dark eyes. In that moment, I realized that whatever Vitale had planned, she'd severely underestimated us both.
"Tell me, Lucia," I said, surprised by the steadiness in my own voice. "How exactly does Vitale plan to discredit me?"
Lucia's eyes narrowed, a flicker of something - was it respect? - crossing her face before she schooled her features back into a mask of disdain. The metallic scent of blood hung in the air, mingling with the musty dampness of the interrogation room.
"Oh, it's quite
