“Ella!” she greets me, saying something in Italian before rushing to hug me, her long brown hair teasing my cheek. “Do you know what I said to you?” she asks as Marabella and I share a quick smile.
“I do not,” I confirm.
“Then learn Italian. You’re in Italy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say. “You’re right and I will.”
“And do you have anything but black in your closet?” she asks. “I swear we bought you some colors.”
“She only wears the black,” Marabella chimes in. “She ignores the colors.”
We’re laughing when we step onto the porch to find a black sedan waiting, only to have Matteo step out of the driver’s door. “Should we go by my apartment now or later?” Giada asks. “I want you to see it, Ella.”
“Let’s do it now,” I say, almost absently, rounding the car to meet Matteo while Giada and Marabella enter the near side.
“Are you driving us?” I ask, noting the tan leather jacket that I’m certain is worn to camouflage a shoulder holster he doesn’t usually wear.
“I am, indeed, your driver for the day.”
“Where’s Oliver?” I ask.
“I had to pull him. He has a contact I needed him put to use for another job.”
“Isn’t this below your pay grade?”
“Since Kayden handpicked Oliver, I wasn’t about to handpick wrong. Plus, I have an ulterior motive for joining you.”
Now he has my attention. “Which is what?”
“I need a birthday gift for a woman. I have no idea what to get her.”
“Oh,” I say, the explanation seeming to explain much, but still not sitting exactly right. Yet not much will until Neuville is dead, I suspect. “I’m sure Giada will have ideas.”
He opens my door for me and I slide inside, and unbidden, and perhaps because of the timing, Kayden’s words play in my head: If you face anyone who dares threaten you or one of our own, or even a civilian, you deliver the message that code requires.
The car starts to move, and I answer that memory with a silent Without hesitation, before allowing myself to be drawn into the conversation. In only three minutes we’re at Giada’s apartment, which is small but adorable. It’s also well furnished, thanks to Adriel. We hang out there for a half hour, and Matteo confesses the name of his secret girlfriend, Abella, and everyone laughs at how close her name is to Marabella. After hearing how head over heels he is for her, I make a mental note to ask Kayden how The Underground handles such things. Whatever the case, we head out to the Spanish Steps shopping area, with a few jewelry stores for Matteo’s Abella on the “must do” list.
Two hours later, Giada has spent a ton of money on things for her apartment, and we’ve just exited a jewelry store where Matteo has purchased a necklace for his new woman. I’m enjoying myself for the most part, but Kayden’s silence regarding his investigating a Hunter who met with Alessandro is weighing on me, and The Code keeps playing in my head. Loyalty and life first.
“I’ll take the bags to the car,” Matteo offers.
“Perfect,” Giada says. “I’m so glad you came.” She points at a store. “We’ll be in there. We still need to get Ella something not black to wear.”
Matteo gives her a tiny nod, but just before he turns, I note this odd smile that has me frowning. My phone buzzes with a text and I reach for it, glancing down at the message.
Kayden: You okay?
Me: Yes. Is all well?
Kayden: Weird situation. Will tell you about it later. Walking into meeting with Donati and Gallo. Are we still good for an early dinner?
Me: Yes.
Kayden: Talk soon, sweetheart.
Feeling much better, I look up to find Giada looking at me. “Everything okay?”
“Of course,” I say.
“Not my feet,” Marabella says, and I glance up to find her motioning toward a bar, which means a coffee shop here. “I’ll be there. I need to sit.”
“Are you okay?” I ask, giving her a critical inspection. “You look a little pale.”
“Just old,” she says, giving me a tiny wink. “Nothing coffee won’t help me pretend isn’t true. Go shop.”
Giada lights up and links her arm with mine, and I suddenly realize Marabella is just giving us some time alone. Glancing over my shoulder, Marabella and I share a look before I’m pulled along by Giada. “Did Kayden tell you about the coin?”
“Yes. He was honored, and I was proud of you.”
“I really am trying to make changes,” she says. “It feels a little weird being away from the castle, but it’s thrilling, too. I’m starting a life. I’m going to college. I’m going to do something for me.”
“And I can’t wait to hear every detail.”
She opens the door to the store. “Chanel,” she says. “You know you love it.”
I laugh and we enter, and before long, the attendant and Giada have pretty much put half the store in a dressing room for me. The attendant, a woman in her fifties who barely speaks English, looks at me and I catch, “Would you like . . .” And the rest just has me blinking.
Giada laughs. “You need to learn Italian,” she reminds me. She motions to some sort of back garden. “They serve champagne on the patio. She wanted to know if you’d like a glass.”
“Oh. No. Thank you. I prefer to stay sharp.”