Throw into the fire

The best opportunities life offers come suddenly, they say. A chance that needs to be held tightly and without hesitation. And that opportunity has finally arrived for Eleonor.

Her hands are tight on the gun, as she takes slow steps backwards until she reaches the door and turns the key to lock it. Now, it's just the two of them in this little impasse.

Giovanni is looking at her intently. There's no hint of fear, surprise, or anger in his face. Even with a gun pointed at him, it's hard to know what's going on inside his mind… especially when he crosses his arms and leans against the table without saying a single word.

“Where is the contract?” Eleonor asks, returning to the center of the room, her gun not wavering.

“The contract?” The corner of his lip’s lifts in a slight smile. “You mean our marriage contract?”

She grips the gun handle even tighter. “Where did you put it, Giovanni?”

“It's in Florence, of course.” He shrugs with his posture impeccable as ever. Heavens, she shouldn't be