Chapter 17 Kindness

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• Daniella leads the way without saying a word, and I follow a few steps behind her, my shoes quiet against the smooth floors, my body still moving on borrowed energy. The halls stretch long and clean, nothing like the looming luxury of Ezio’s estate, and yet just as intimidating in a different way, because this place feels lived in, functional, purposeful. The lighting is soft and warm, recessed into the ceiling instead of hanging over us like a display, and the walls are decorated with modern art that I do not recognise but instinctively understand costs more than I could ever imagine affording.
• No one stops us, no guards step into our path, and no eyes linger too long.