Chapter 12 War

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• The air changes the moment he speaks again.
• “That’s no way to speak to an old friend, is it?” Don Valencia’s voice travels easily across the room, smooth and confident, almost as if he's amused, and yet every instinct in my body reacts to it, my spine straightening as though my nerves recognise danger before my mind can catch up. I am still standing where Ezio left me, my body angled slightly toward him, but my attention pulled helplessly toward the man who has just challenged him so openly, so boldly, and in front of the entire Benedetti family...