“How are you guys feeling?” I asked both Emilio and Allessandro who were, as per usual, gobbling down breakfast with a happy begging Lucifer being tossed a piece of bread every other bite from Allessandro.
Elinore was making everyone replacement cups of coffee. She was the chef this morning.
“I can walk.” Allessandro said showing me his now bandaged thigh in the shorts he was wearing.
I walked over and ran my hand over it, there was no sign of blood. The stitches had held overnight. That was good. He was going to heal just fine.
“I don’t want you over exerting yourself in Russia Allessandro. And both of you have to keep an eye on Collin to make sure that he does the same. Understood?” I ordered as seriously as I could.
“Yes Doctor.” Allessandro abided like a solide
