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I want him.
“Dario Revello.” He holds out a large hand with long fingers.
Something like déjà vu hits me. I look down at his hand and then back up to his face again. I see those fingers playing a piano, and I don’t know why. I see those eyes drinking me in up close. His lips that I want to kiss me.
“Luna Adams,” I say softly, and reach out my hand toward his. When his long fingers wrap around my hand, I swear the hair on my arm raises and I stumble. He pulls me into him.
“Whoa there.” He holds me close, and Vittoria chuckles.
“I’ll leave you two alone now, but come see some of the paintings, Luna. I found the perfect one for you.” She moves away from us, and I look up at him.
“Um.” I step back and everything in me rebels the action, but I can’t be this close to him. I can’t be here with him. Something is terribly wrong with me.
His eyes sparkle in the dim light, and his full lips tip up into a smile that shows all over his face. “What are the odds of meeting again in another city? I knew blond wasn’t your color.”
My eyebrows drop in confusion. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need to go see what Vittoria wants me to see and then I have other plans.” I start to move away, but his arm wraps around my waist. His fingers slip into the opening at the side of my dress and graze the bottom of my exposed breast. I shiver from the warmth of his hand and moan.
“Fanculo,” he says as he pulls me away from the crowd.
We end up in a dark hallway, where he presses me into the wall. My hands land on his chest, and I want to fight him. Something deep inside me says to flee, but I grip his soft shirt in my hands as his head lowers to mine. Just before he kisses me, he pauses.
“I’ve dreamed of these lips for two weeks,mio angelo.”
It’s like a whirlwind. His lips land on mine and take me to places I’ve never been before. I’ve been kissed, but not like this. When his tongue begs to enter, I open, and it goes so deep that my toes curl. My back arches away from the wall and into his body. Memories slam into my mind, and I remember him calling me his angel. He didn’t kiss me, but I wanted him to. I remember killing the men in the elevator. The blood. The girl.
I pull away from him, breathing heavily. He is watching me with concern in his eyes.
“I remember you.” The words are torn from a place in my mind that hurts when I think about it again. “How?”
“I saw you in Bucharest.”
More memories flood my mind. Being attacked in the hotel afterward by the doctor. I know now where the bruise on the side of my head came from. Just as the thought enters my mind, Dario slides his hands against the side of my head, and I cringe. He pulls away slightly but only to have me tilt my head. He inspects the bump and mark on my skin.
“I’ll kill thestronzowho did this to you,angelo. Tell me his name.” He bites the words out, but his touch is so gentle and soothing. He leans in and kisses the hurt spot. Another memory fills my mind. This one is of a man leaning down to kiss my knee when I tripped and fell. I pull back so fast I hit the wall, and Dario pulls me back into him. “Don’t hurt yourself,angelo.”
I want to tell him. I want to ask him what’s happening to me, but I’m sure he won’t know either. Something about him calls to a part of my soul. I want to wrap myself around him and never let him go. But I can’t do that. I have a mission to complete.
I slowly push him away from me and then look up at him. He’s so tall. Even in my heels, I have to look up. He looks down at me with concern in his eyes.
“We should get back.”
I slip along the hallway away from him. As soon as I step out into the main gallery, his hand is against my lower back in a possessive move. I try to step away from him, but he moves with me as if we are dancing.
Another memory causes me to pause. This one hurts so much, I lean forward and hold my head. Memories of bodies flood my mind. People dead around me.
“Let me get you some water.” He leaves me, and I feel lost for a moment. I need to get away from him before I say or do something to blow my cover. I find Vittoria. She’s standing by a beautiful picture of a vineyard.
“This is the one I thought you’d like.” I look at it again and then to her. She’s right, I love it. Something about it makes me think I’m in the middle of it. It calms me.
“I love it. You were right. I want it.”
“Awesome.” She hugs me against her. “I’ll let Dario know. Let me go get him.”
“Um, I have a really bad headache. I’m going to take off. I’ll stop by tomorrow and pay for it. Is that okay?”
“As long as you let me show you around tomorrow. Vicenza is a beautiful city, and I want to show it to you.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
