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"Oh, I didn’t mean to stare"

"It’s fine The one on , and ‘fiducia nessuno’ is on my wrist It’s usually covered" He pulled off his watch and turned his arm over so she could see the words scrawled across the veins in sertips Tingling shot up his arm from her touch, and he closed his eyes briefly at the sensation

"What does it mean?"

He pulled his arm away and put the watch back on "Trust no one"

"Did they hurt?"

He shrugged "I’ve felt worse pain"

Ies flashed in his mind at those words, and he absentot lost in the ht hi it was her stoht"

"Really? You never eat with us"

She hesitated "Master Michael said someone like me shouldn’t sleep in the same house as someone like you, much less sit at the same dinner table"

"Christ, they did a job on you Were you alith Michael?"

"He was always around, but he didn’t become my master until his parents died"

"Were his parents just as bad?"

"Frankie scared me, but he didn’t hit much, and Miss Monica sonored ot worse when my mistress realized that he, uh"

"He what?"

"He made me"

Carmine’s eyes widened "Michael’s your father?"

She picked at her fingernails, ashamed "He didn’tto Durante, there hadn’t been anywasn’t right, that she was intruding on ashe wasn’t supposed to see So intimate

But she couldn’t look away

Restless and exhausted, she had been too anxious to sleep She rose from her bed and found Carht from theilluminated the silent roo down at the keys

Carh his hair as he dropped his head down, a strangled cry echoing through the roo, Haven took a step back and treaded lightly upstairs, relieved when she reached her rooed at her She didn’t knohat she felt for Carrew at that realization, her heart haet her hurt

Only when Haven heard Care to venture back down Shethe food when Car of orange juice, brushing past her to get a glass

"Sood," he said quietly, no spark to his words, none of that passion Haven was used to hearing Haven fought the urge to try to ss under his bloodshot eyes

As the boys ate, Haven figured out how toIt was brehen he walked in, his footsteps faltering a foot away He stared at the pot before turning to her, his tone accusatory "You ry?"

"I’ll be ho her question "Don’t botherany coffee

Besides a load of Dr DeMarco’s laundry, there wasn’t much work to be done that day By noon, Haven had finished and lugged his clothes upstairs Dr DeMarco left his door open the days he wanted her to clean since he hadn’t given her the codes to open any doors

She pulled the hamper inside the roo when she saw his shiny silver gun lying on top, across the clothes She grabbed it by the handle, using both hands, to move it out of her way as her stomach churned It was heavier than she expected

The sound of a door latching captured her attention, and her head snapped in the direction of the noise Dr DeMarco stood just inside the rooh her at his expression His face was his usual e