SALVATORE'S POV
The afternoon crawled.
I tried to focus on paperwork, on strategy, on anything other than the image of Valdina Greco sitting across from Enzo Domenico while he decided whether she lived or died.
But I couldn't stop thinking about the terrace.
About the way she'd looked at me.
About the warning she'd given.
"Be careful with Massimo. He's unstable."
Why say that?
Why risk it?
Unless she knew something. Saw something. Was something more than what that file showed.
My phone buzzed.
Marco: "She just left the compound. Alive. Looks shaken but intact. Vito drove her back to her apartment."
I exhaled a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
Alessandro noticed. "She survived."
"For now."
"What do you think that means?"
"It means either she passed Enzo's test, or he's still deciding what to do with her."
"Or," Giovanna said quietly, "it means she's exactly what she appears to be. And even Enzo's paranoia couldn't find a reason to kill an innocent girl."
