Chapter 432

• Amelia's P.O.V
• I have absolutely no idea where we are. We've been walking aimlessly around Rome for a while now, just going wherever the path seems to take us. But Rhode seems to know where we are and where we're going next, so I hold onto his hand nice and tight.
• "Look, I’m not saying it was a bad pizza. I'm just saying that it didn't taste authentically Italian" Rhode continues his somewhat scathing review of the restaurant we just went to for lunch. I laugh as we weave our way in between a large group of street vendors. Rhode's fingers interlock with mine, keeping me close to his side.