Chapter 46

• Elsa
• “Marcello!” I shake him, crying, and roll him over. He opens his eyes, appearing disoriented. I collapse back to the mattress, relieved. He takes a drowsy look around and trails a hand across his torso, wiping away the blood.
• “It’s nothing, darling. The stitches must have broken,” he says, sitting up with a smile. “I didn’t feel a thing. But we have to get cleaned up. We look like we’ve murdered someone,” he adds with amusement, running his clean hand through his hair.