Chapter 237

• GUSTAVO
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• I kept my knee pressed hard against Matteo’s chest on the cold marble floor of the central hall. Blood from the graze on my shoulder dripped steadily onto his face. The pain burned sharp and hot along my arm but I refused to let it slow me. I raised my fist to deliver the final blow. Matteo looked up at me without fear. His eyes carried the same cold light they had always held since we were boys. Before I could strike he spoke again. His voice came out steady even with my weight on his chest.