I rub a hand over the left side of my chest, where the wound Valentina gave me still burns.
Not nearly as fiercely as my conscience.
“Is it her turn?” Arturo asks.
I think he means whether it is time to release her, but Siena simply faints.
Her skin becomes even paler than usual, and her blond hair falls across her face.
“Siena!”
I shake her, and she responds weakly, swaying.
“We are releasing you, and Fiamma will make sure you recover. Mother, stay with her, and please do not come back down here.”
“Keep me informed, and I will not return unless it is to kill Alessa,” she answers before climbing the stairs with one of the soldiers.
Anger and the need for revenge seem to give her renewed strength.
She will only surrender to grief again after killing her own sister.
“Lorenzo, whic
