Page 101 of Inferno
I snapped my head up.
Luca was standing in my room. He was so close to me his knees were brushing against my bed. How had I not sensed him before now?
I sat up, shrouded inside the bedcovers. His hair was swept back from his face so his blue eyes shone unnaturally in the duskiness. His mouth was quirked to one side, frowning, but otherwise he looked well. Smoke inhalation obviously agreed with him.
I didn’t have the strength to be indignant. ‘I want to be alone, Luca.’
He glanced at the door, his teeth nipping across his lower lip. ‘Why have you swaddled yourself like a burrito?’
‘Excuse me?’
He gestured at the duvet pulled over my head and around my shoulders. ‘That can’t be good for your burns. You must be incredibly overheated.’
‘I’m fine.’
He pinned me with his gaze. ‘Are you?’
‘I don’t recall inviting you up here.’
He lowered himself to the floor and sat on my carpet, leaning back on the palms of his hands. ‘Come on, Sophie. You should know well enough by now that I make a habit of showing up to places I’m not invited.’
His gaze was appraising. I had the horrible sense that he was leaning right over the waters of my soul. It occurred to me then, rather inappropriately, that this was the first time he had spoken more than a few words to me since he had twined his fingers in my hair and crushed his lips against mine.Stop.
I regressed further into my burrito-blanket. ‘What do you think you’re doing here?’
‘I’m waiting,’ he said.
I shook the duvet off and tossed it behind me. ‘What are you waiting for?’
‘This.’
‘This?’
‘Conversation, Sophie. You need to talk to someone.’
For one precious, golden minute, there was nothing but incredulity filling me up. ‘Now youwant to talk to me?’ I said.
He screwed his face up. ‘What do you mean by that?’
‘Nothing’s changed,’ I said. ‘I’m still a Marino.’
He gestured at himself. ‘And I’m a Falcone. Who cares?’
‘You did, Luca. That day at your house.’ I wasn’t really mad about that – it made sense, given everything – but it bore mentioning, especially since I sure as hell wasn’t going to mention theotherreason he acted so weird at the Council. ‘Youcared,’ I repeated, trying to shake off the sting that came with the memory.
He leant closer. ‘You’re damn right I cared,’ he growled. ‘I cared that the Marino standing in front of my entire family with a red target on her forehead was the only Marino in the history of the world that I have ever and will ever care about.’
‘Oh,’ I said. Beneath the dull thud of grief there was something else flickering inside me. ‘You didn’t care about the… the name.’
‘Not the name.’ He held my gaze, unfaltering, unblinking. ‘Just the girl.’
I looked at my hands interlocked on top of the duvet. ‘You really aren’t like them,’ I murmured.
‘No,’ he said. ‘I’m not.’
I thought of my own family. The safe, the switchblades, the ring. Evelina. God. The things I knew. The things I wished Ididn’tknow.
I shook my head. ‘If you knew how badly I’m tangled up in this Marino thing…’ I trailed off, my words falling into breathlessness. It was too much to think about.
