I didn't sleep.
How could I? Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Marco's face. The blood. The casual way Dante had pulled the trigger like he was turning off a light switch.
By the time dawn crept through my windows, I'd given up trying. I showered, letting the hot water run until it turned cold, trying to wash away the memory of gunpowder and death.
It didn't work.
When I finally emerged from my room, wearing jeans and a simple black t-shirt from the wardrobe Rosa had stocked, I found her waiting in the hallway with a gentle smile and a knowing look.
"Rough night?" she asked.
"That's an understatement."
"Mr. Moretti requests your presence in the gym. He says it's time to begin your training."
"Training for what? How to watch people die?"
Rosa's expression turned serious. "Training to make sure you're not one of them, child. Come. Don't keep him waiting."
