Tommaso turned around to acknowledge the caller. “Giovanni Mancini.” His smile was back to being innocent, it was so deceiving.
Giovanni looked from him to me. I stood there shaking, unable to move.
“Come, Alexandra.” He called out to me, his deep voice pulling me out from the slumber I’d fallen into. He ignored the man that had been threatening me, holding me by the shoulder and leading me back up the stairs, but not to my room.
We stopped in front of Carmen’s suite. He knocked.
“It’s not safe wandering the halls during a meeting, there could be all kinds of men around today.” I nodded, my heart still trying to catch up with the turn of events. “Are you okay?”
I nodded again, finally settling down. He knocked once more. “Who was that?”
“Tommaso De Santos.”
I looked at him, the back
