Chapter 58

Matthias guided Marcy inside Silvio’s study and closed the door. Silvio stood behind the desk, hands flat on the blotter. He did not sit. His eyes traveled from Matthias's face to the dried glitter of glass in Marcy’s hair, then down to the red mark on her wrist.

“What did I say about the wives putting themselves in grave danger?” His voice was even, but the anger in it was a blade.

Marcy flinched