A target placed on his family, and he can't disguise who he really is. Lorenzo restrains himself with me, as long as I still have his trust. But it's right there beside him on the edge, about to disappear, and I honestly hope I didn't say everything in vain.
'Arturo, have someone prepare the temple,' he orders severely.
'Temple?' I question, because the only dungeon I know is the Cathedral of Palermo.
'In the ancient monasteries on these islands, there are always dungeons. The Cathedral is just a show of power,' he replies, but still doesn't look at me.
'What do we do now?' I ask. In this equation, for me, there's still Elinor and the plans with Alexandra.
'Happy memories for your father to watch,' he states, his eyes finally meeting mine, trying to unravel the depth to which my hands
