XXI. CESARE ROMANO (POV)

My head aches. Not physically. Not a migraine. Something deeper, older. Dangerous.

“I want Giulio Marchetti awake. Coherent enough to speak clearly, but sore enough not to try being clever,” I say at last, looking at Matteo with coldness. “When he’s at that point, call me.”

Matteo nods with a half s...

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