Chapter Fourteen

Flavia calls his name again. There's no point in hiding. She knows he's in here, probably saw him come in. And she knows I'm here, too. She was probably standing there the entire time, hoping to hear something. I don't know how thick these doors are. How much has she heard?

I can tell he's thinking the same thing. He gives me one long look before opening the door. Flavia is standing in the doorway, wearing the same yellow dress, and already her eyes are narrowed to slits.

She glowers. "Should I be concerned?"

I suppress the urge to scoff. Her behavior is pitiful. I would never put myself in such a sad position. Her insecurity is out in the open for all to see. All because of a man. Enzo isn't all that. She puts him on an altar for no good reason. I've only been in her presence for a handful of minutes and I'm sick of her already.

"She's an associate, Flavia. Go back to the room."

"What kind of associate?" she raises her voice. I look back and forth between both of them. Frankly,