Patterns of Betrayal

Arturo paused in his car.

The noise of the street filtered in faintly as cars passed, voices blending into the crowd but his mind was still locked inside the room, on the name that refused to let him breathe properly.

Ginevra.

He turned back slowly.

Gino was watching him already, like he’d known Arturo wouldn’t leave just yet.

“One more thing,” Arturo said, his voice low and deliberate.

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