L A N AMy face begins to heat up as I realise that every person in the room now has their eyes on me. I have no idea where to look, as my nerves worsen by the second. And so I lower my eyes toward the floor, wishing I could somehow make myself disappear from the conversation. But I can already hear them murmuring amongst themselves as their attention bounces back between Ezio and Dante and I.“Her?” Don Alessandro is the first to speak, his brows drawing together. “What does she have to do with any of this?”I swallow as I glance away for a second, feeling too nervous to look at anyone, but I quickly realise that now is not the time for me to seem weak. I mean, they're mafiosos; they probably already do see me as a weak outsider, but there's no reason for me to feed into that narrative. I then watch as Dante slowly turns his head toward Ezio.“Would you like to tell them,” he asks, his voice calm, “or shall I?”Ezio doesn't answer, and for the first time since I walked into this roo
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