Valeria

Nico stood shifting by the door, scratching his neck. He looked into my eyes for a moment, then looked away. He didn’t want to say it. But he had to. “Dante says for me to tell you,” he mumbled, “you shouldn’t be working right now.”

I cocked my head to the side, willing him to continue. “He said … and I’m quoting here,” he said, with a half shrug, “‘Tell her I don’t want a cripple for a subordinate. ” My brows lifted slightly.

“Oh,” I said flatly. “How ...