Chapter 28 You will confess

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• “Why am I not surprised that I find you here?” Dante says, his voice walking across the street as he steps forward from the front of the Maserati, his eyes never leaving Ezio, not even to properly look at me, which unsettles me more than if he had stared.
• He does not shout; he does not need to because the anger in him is obvious in the way his jaw tightens and in the way his shoulders square as if he is already bracing for impact. I watch him, and I barely recognise the man who offered me a room in his home, who spoke to me with patience and gave me space to breathe when everything in my life collapsed. The man standing in front of us now looks harder, colder, like someone who has been waiting for this confrontation and is almost relieved that it is finally here.