Sofia The sun was beginning its descent, and I walked beside Luca, my bare feet sinking into the coarser, darker sand of the secluded cove on the north side of the island. The cliffs here were jagged, rising like black teeth against the sky, creating a natural amphitheater that blocked out the wind and the rest of the world.I was naked, the rule still stood.By now, day four, the shame had evaporated. I walked with my head up, the sea breeze cooling my skin, Luca was wearing loose linen trousers, rolled at the ankles, but his chest was bare. In his hand, he carried a hard, black polymer case.He stopped near a large, weathered piece of driftwood that had washed up near the base of the cliffs, he set the case down on a flat rock."Here," he said.I stopped, watching him. The air felt different here, he clicked the latches open. Inside, nestled in dark grey foam, lay a gun.It was black, sleek, and terrifyingly modern. "Beretta 92FS," Luca said, "Reliable. It won't jam if you get sand
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