Chapter 6 The Name I Shouldn't Read

• Ignoring warnings was never one of my virtues.
• And even less so now, knowing that the man I slept with under the same roof was hiding more truths than I could count. I moved around the mansion like a ghost—silent, attentive. Jotting down details. Listening. Learning.
• Every time Dante left—which was almost every day—I took the opportunity to explore. I was no longer detained by Verona’s glances or Mateo’s silences. I’d been warned. I’d been told clearly.