*Tallon*

Fifteen years later

If there was one place you never wanted to spend your thirty-third birthday, it was inside a local bar at midnight drinking a cold beer in a virtually empty city, especially since said bar was the most sketchy-looking place in all of Tuscany.

But here I was, sitting on the stool at the bar and not even daring to put my hands on the filthy counter, as the bartender stared me and my companion down with a sour look as if we were ...