Azzurra didn’t loosen her grip, even as Teodora twisted the blade embedded deep in her thigh. Another scream clawed at her throat, but she swallowed it refusing to let it rise when her eyes locked with the amber ones watching her from above with unnerving interest.

Tears streamed down her face. Teodora writhed in her grasp, twisting the kunai harder, more violently. But Azzurra held on.

Her chin trembled, lips quivering as she shot a glare directly at Marcello, her hatred simmering beneath ...