For the first time, Alexandra looks at me. I don't know if she really sees me, if she remembers me, but I know she's looking at me, and what I see is terrifying: she's terrified at the thought of being alone.
And so am I.
Her hand squeezes mine as if it were frozen, and we stay like that for a while, until she calms down.
I grab the knife I stole from the silverware at the last meal and stare at the window.
The climb is harder than when I used to do it at my house in Sicily. The building is more opulent, and its architecture makes it easier for me to be seen if anyone is near the window.
The darkened lights give what was once a beautiful garden a somber appearance, but I push the bad feeling aside and continue my mission, fearing that Nero might decide to pay us a visit tonight. I hea
