Chapter 9

Kat POV

I sat outside the address Castello had given me for hours after the sun had set, waiting for the man and his wife to finally go to bed so that I could break into the house.

“Come on,” I groaned, looking at the watch on my wrist. “It’s almost midnight! So much for old people going to bed early.”

I twisted my necklace around my finger, playing with the pendant - a nervous habit that I had picked up at some point in my life, I just couldn’t pinpoint when it would have been. Maybe from a time beyond what my memory allowed me access to. I had tried time and time again to remember something from before Giulia found me on the streets in Rome, a gash on the back of my head, blood matting my hair and staining my nightgown. Before that was a blank slate apart from a faint memory of a boy with white hair and eyes of a pale blue calling me as I laughed and ran away through the trees.

“It’s not funny, Kat! You’re going to get us both in trouble,” he had shouted in my direction.

That was