She didn't know he noticed. She didn't know he saw the way she fidgeted when she thought no one was looking. The way she stared into space. The way she came back to herself with a small, startled blink.
Was she finally fed up with him? Was that it? Maybe everything had simply become too much. Maybe the constant shadow of their enemies stretching across all of them had finally made her realise she wanted a different life. A safer one. A quieter one.
Marco wouldn't blame her. If Valentina looked at him one day and said she was tired, that she loved him but could no longer live with the violence attached to him, what argument did he truly have? That he would protect her?
What kind of promise was safety when it came from a man standing knee-deep in danger? He had said nothing to her.
Instead, he'd fixed his attention on Matteo. Why poke the bear? Why ask questions he did not want answered?
