*Giovani*

I stood in my office, leaning over a map of Florence on a spare table we’d dragged in there a few days ago. My desk had been pushed against the wall to accommodate, but I hadn’t wanted to sit since then anyway. The map, push-pinned to hell and back, took precedence.

Tallon, Alessandro, and Gabriele had all been rotating in and out of my office for days. I didn’t take meetings outside the compound anymore. I couldn’t, not until I knew Lorenz was six ...