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The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 585
POV: Isabella"Close the door behind you, Lady Isabella. Mind the third step. It was loose thirty years ago, and I see no one has fixed it. Everything in this building stays broken exactly where you left it."I am Isabella, and the voice came out of the darkness of the lower office before my eyes had adjusted to the lamp. It was dry and soft and almost friendly. A gray shape rose from behind the desk. Halvard Greaves, in his cloak and ink stained gloves, with no guards, no chains, and a small, pleased smile on his lips.I had told Tomas to wait at the bottom of the stairs. I had told myself I would only listen. But the moment I crossed the threshold, the heavy door swung shut behind me with a soft click, and I heard a bolt slide into place on the far side."Tomas?" I called. "Tomas!""Your friend is resting," Greaves said. "A little blow to the head. Nothing he will not wake from.""If you have hurt him.""Then you will do something dreadful. Yes, yes. Sit down."I did not sit. I stoo
The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 584
POV: Matteo"Do not touch that lamp, Don Matteo. One more step and I drop the last letter into the fire. The Voice's handwriting will burn, and so will the only proof that I was ever afraid."I am Matteo, and I stopped at the end of the archive aisle with my cane in one hand and Teodoro's arm in the other. The great room smelled of dust and old ink. Candles burned low in iron stands between the shelves. At the far table sat Corvin, thin and white haired, with a stack of papers in front of him and a small brazier glowing at his elbow.I had not meant to come. Renza had ordered me to stay in bed. But the ditch tea had steadied my hands, and Dario had said the archive keys were missing, and some instinct older than my illness had dragged me down the stairs."Corvin," I said gently. "Put the paper down.""You do not understand.""Then explain it to me. I have time.""You do not." His voice trembled. He held a sheet of gray paper over the brazier, and the edge had begun to curl and brown.
The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 583
POV: Isabella"Tell me where the daughter is, Pietro. Tell me now, or I swear I will forget every kind thing Matteo ever did for you. I am not in a gentle mood, and my husband is lying in a bed because of your bread."I am Isabella, and I had never spoken to anyone in that voice before. Not even to Bartolo's widow. Not even to my own reflection on the worst night of my life. It came from somewhere deep and animal, and it frightened me.Let me go back. An hour earlier, Tomas and I had run down the cell stairs with a lantern. The guard on duty was a stranger with a flat, sleepy face. He showed us the paper with the Emergency Seal and told us, politely, that the prisoner was gone and that no one could ask where.But the cell door stood open. The lantern showed a tipped stool, a cold tray, and a long gray glove left lying on the floor like a dead hand. And on the stone steps outside the cell, faint as breath, there were prints of white powder."Flour," Tomas said, crouching. "Somebody wal
The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 582
POV: Matteo"Open your hand, Don Matteo. Wider. Your fingers shake like a drunkard's, and half of Marabella saw it. Now tell me honestly, how badly do you want another roll right now? Do not lie to me."I am Matteo, and I wanted to lie. I lay on the narrow bed in the council guest room with a wet cloth on my forehead and a bucket beside me, and I wanted to lie more than I had ever wanted anything. My mouth tasted of brass. Every nerve in my body was begging."Badly," I said."Good. Honest men heal faster." The woman bending over me was small and square, with iron gray braids pinned flat to her skull. Her name was Doctor Renza. Camilla trusted her, and in the last three days I had learned how rare it was for any of us to trust anyone. "Teodoro, hold the lamp higher.""Yes, Doctor." Teodoro sat in the corner chair with the lamp in both his old hands. His knuckles were swollen, and the flame wobbled, but he did not complain.Renza crumbled something onto a white plate. It was the other h
The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 581
POV: Isabella"Say it, Matteo. Say it loud enough for the back row. Say it before Pietro takes another breath, before Lucan opens his mouth again, before I lose you to a chair I helped write into the law."I am Isabella, and I whispered it with both hands on his face while a hundred voices pounded against the roof. His skin was hot. It was not the heat of fever. It was the heat of a stone left all day in the sun. His eyes were wide and bright, and the black centers had swallowed almost all the gray."Isabella," he said. His lips barely moved."I am here.""I can feel the whole city. Every single person. It is like holding a hundred horses on one rein.""That is not strength, my love. That is hunger."He shut his eyes. For one long breath nothing moved in the hall except the chant. A Don. A Don. A Don. I felt his jaw tremble under my thumbs, and I thought of all the nights I had lain awake beside him, counting the rise and fall of his chest. I had been so afraid he would die. I had nev
The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 580
POV: Matteo"A Don, a Don, give us a Don! Marabella was safe when one hand held the whip. Bring back the chair, and bring back Matteo!"I am Matteo, and I heard it from Pietro Valenti, who had leapt onto a bench at the back of the hall with his fist in the air and flour still dusting his sleeves. In the half hour since Greaves had spoken, the council hall had turned into a stormy sea. People were shouting. Women were weeping. Guards held Greaves by both arms, and he stood between them with a calm, bored expression, as if he were waiting for a coach."Silence!" Dario thundered. "Silence, or I will clear this room!"It did no good. The chant rolled across the stone floor, picked up by fifty voices, then a hundred. A Don. A Don. The sound beat against my ribs like the hammering of a great drum."This is madness," Camilla said coldly, standing at the table. "The Voice is one of five people. One. We will find who.""How?" Lucan had risen. His face was drawn and white, but his voice was ste
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