“The time of reckoning comes for us all”
“The time of reckoning comes for us all”The world lay tucked into the gray blanket of dawn.
That’s when they came for him.
Viviana heard the crash from her sitting room. Here she slept ever since threatening Orfeo with her knife. They had circled each other since then, lions waiting for the other to pounce, not a shred of marriage—of trust—left between them.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Viviana knew the time had come.
“Signore Orfeo del Marrone?” It was a deep, dark voice rising up from within the confines of the courtyard as if rising up from hell, echoing eerily off the cold stonewalls.
Viviana sat up and listened to the sounds of her husband rousing from his bed, the rustle of the silk sheets she had long been denied, the thumping of
