His men stood behind him, their heads lowered, holding their feet in grief.

Gianni buried his face into her hair, drawing in a shuddering breath. She was all he had left after his wife died. And now she is gone.

He lifted his head slowly.

“Where did you find her?” he asked the men who had delivered the body.

One of them cleared his throat.

“Master Lucian sent us to deliver her body. He said to tell you… she was killed in his custody. And it wasn’t him.”

Gianni let ...