Chapter 46
- The dawn broke over Florence in soft pink and bruised violet, but there was no peace in the city’s heart.
- Not this morning.
- Valentina Moretti stood atop the balcony of an abandoned palazzo overlooking the Arno River, the soft wind tugging at the dark silk of her coat. Below her, the city stirred unaware that its bloodlines, its criminal empires, and its old debts were about to burn.