His Serpent's Kiss
The unpleasant feeling intensified sharply, acutely.
“Mr Ceretti,” I called out, and he stiffened, his head snapping up, eyes wide with wonder and awe.
“Dante Solace,” His voice was soft, smooth despite the fact he was an avid smoker “You truly are an assassin. I nearly had a heart attack,”
He chuckled after saying so, rising to his feet.
“You should stop smoking. There’s a child in this house.” I stated, tilting my head. “I doubt Don Vecchio would be pleased.”