"Take him in," Nico said.
Two estate guards stepped forward immediately and hauled Dario up by his arms. His head lolled, and a thread of bloody saliva dripped from his split lip onto the marble floor.
"Medical room," Nico continued. "Not the basement. I want him conscious."
The guards nodded and half-carried, half-dragged Dario down the east corridor toward the small medical suite the estate kept for emergencies that couldn't be trusted to hospitals.
Nico turned to Luca. "Get the doctor. Now. And clear the corridor. I don't want staff anywhere near this wing until I say otherwise."
"Yes, boss."
Luca disappeared.
Nico looked at Mara, who hadn't moved since Dario had collapsed at her feet. She was staring at the spot on the floor where he'd fallen, at the dark smear of blood he'd left behind.
"Walk," Nico said.
She did.
