“What?” Azzurra’s voice cracked in disbelief.

“He’s changed” Marcello began, but she cut across him, fire sparking in her eyes.

“Changed? Are you listening to yourself? This is the same man who nearly killed Cesario for Giuditta! The same man who stood there, indifferent, while Giuditta ordered her thugs to mutilate Cesario’s hand. Do you have any idea how terrified he was?” Her voice trembled, her emerald eyes wide with outrage as she stared at him. How could he even ...