Chapter 67

• I stared at Fosco, stunned. Maybe I shouldn’t have pried, but the question had been gnawing at me too long. Curiosity finally won.
• “Did Gosto know?”
• Fosco gave a slow nod. “It was long after he told Sibilla nothing more would happen between them. She was heartbroken, and I” He looked down, regret flickering in his eyes. “I wanted to comfort her. I crossed a line I shouldn’t have. I hated Gosto for getting involved in something so meaningless… and then I turned around and did the same. I thought I could control her, even knowing full well what she was doing. She wanted to make Gosto jealous. Maybe I should’ve told her it would never work. He’s many things, but jealousy isn’t one of them. In the end, I was the one who triggered the tragedy.”