Valeria

The doctor leaned over me, checking my bandages. His voice was low. “What did you mean, ma’am?” he asked, his eyes flicking to the guard outside my hospital room.

I laid in the bed, my arm throbbing from the dog bites. My side hurt, and my head felt heavy. I was weak, but my mind was racing. Could I trust this doctor? Was he one of Dante’s men? I didn’t know. If I said too much and he worked for Dante, he’d tell him everything. But if he wasn’t, maybe he could help me. ...