When Cesare won the family's junior fighting championship at twelve, he'd shoved the medal into my hands. He'd said he was always losing things and asked me to hold on to it for him.When I brought the box to the training grounds, he was crouched in front of Nina, adjusting her holster."It's too high here," Nina said, gesturing at her hip, and Cesare immediately unfastened it to redo it.When he saw me, he asked offhandedly, "Looking for me?"I held out the box, my face blank. "Giving this back."He opened it and glanced inside. "It's been with you for over ten years. Why are you suddenly giving it back?""In case I don't get another chance to return it."Cesare wasn't listening at all. He tossed the medal carelessly into his gear box. "Perfect timing. Something's wrong with Nina's pistol. Take a look at it for her.""I'm busy."Nina quickly spoke up. "Never mind. Camilla's leaving for Turin soon. She must be busy packing."Cesare scoffed. "She can pack up all her gear in te
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