enough. They’d picked up Valentina . . . Claudia was off somewhere. The way Valentina said “somewhere” meant: Strega stuff, don’t ask.
“Your eyes almost seem to be glowing,” said Maria, looking at him curiously.
Benito knew he could get killed doing this. So could Maria . . . So could other people. It didn’t stop him loving it all. He was feeling brave, so he put a hand on her forearm. That was gambling with your hand, with Maria.
“It’s in my blood. My grandfather . . . And my father.”
She flicked the hand off. But almost gently. “Your grandfather I’ve heard about. Dell’este is a legend. But the Valdosta . . . I asked. They’re like Marco.”
Benito pulled a wry face. “We’re half-brothers really, Maria. I think my father was Carlo Sforza.”
She stared at him, wide-eyed. Sforza. The Wolf of the North. She
“Your eyes almost seem to be glowing,” said Maria, looking at him curiously.
Benito knew he could get killed doing this. So could Maria . . . So could other people. It didn’t stop him loving it all. He was feeling brave, so he put a hand on her forearm. That was gambling with your hand, with Maria.
“It’s in my blood. My grandfather . . . And my father.”
She flicked the hand off. But almost gently. “Your grandfather I’ve heard about. Dell’este is a legend. But the Valdosta . . . I asked. They’re like Marco.”
Benito pulled a wry face. “We’re half-brothers really, Maria. I think my father was Carlo Sforza.”
She stared at him, wide-eyed. Sforza. The Wolf of the North. She