Chapter 60

• ELEANOR
• “What do you want from me?” I asked, staring Don Salvatore dead in the eye. My voice was steady, but I could feel the tension buzzing under my skin. “What was so important your men had to kill Enzo and drag me here?”
• He smiled—a slow, calculated thing that made my stomach churn. “Patience, my dear,” he said smoothly. “We’ll get to that in time. But first, dinner. I imagine your trip here was unpleasant and I'm sure you must be famished.”