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“The Finestra doesn’t have a family,” she said softly.

“Right,” Saida stuttered. “Of course. I know that. I just thought—”

“Wait,” Kaleb said around a mouthful of pastry. “Your brother’s Adrick Paladino?”

Alessa’s throat tightened. “Like I said, the Finestra doesn’t have—”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kaleb waved a hand in annoyance. “The Finestra springs, untouched, from Dea’s holy loins. Got it.” He licked a smudge of powdered sugar from one manicured fingernail, squinting at her. “You don’t look anything like him. Well, maybe the eyes.”

There was no point clinging to her divine origin story if they refused to play along. “I wasn’t aware you even knew Adrick, much less his eye color.”

Kaleb went slightly red. “He’s everywhere. Can’t avoid him.”

Saida looked like she’d start whistling if she could. She handed the box to Dante. “You two can share the rest. Come on, Kaleb. There’s bound to be a battle for the shower before cards, and I’m not going last this time.”

“Pssht,” Kaleb scoffed. “If we aren’t training tomorrow, I’m leaving now.”

Saida chased him out the door. “We’re in the middle of Chiamata!”

Kaleb’s voice echoed down the corridor. “Switch to Scopa, then. Josef and Nina are practically sewn together, they can play as a pair.”

Dante picked up the box of sweets and held it out, but Alessa demurred, toying with her necklace, a small silver pendant on a delicate chain. “You can go, too, if you want. I know you didn’t plan on being stuck with me for so long when you took this job.”

Dante gave her a funny look. “It’s not a big deal.”

Like probing a sore tooth to see if it still hurt, she couldn’t resist pressing him. “You sure? I bet parties get pretty wild this close to Divorando.”

“Do Iseemlike a party guy?”

“I have no idea what kind of guy you are. All I know is Danteisn’t your real name, and that you read a lot of books, punch strangers for money, memorize proverbs in the old language, and claim to be a terrible person without providing a lick of evidence to back it up.You,NotDante NoLastName, are a complete mystery to me.”

He sat forward. “And you can’t stand mysteries, can you?”

“Not at all.”

“Well, here’s a truth for you. I don’t enjoy most people, so I don’t enjoy most parties.”

“Shocking. I used to love parties. And people. When they weren’t scared of me.”

On second thought, a mouthful of sugar was exactly what she needed.

Ignoring her outstretched hands, Dante continued his methodical perusal of the assorted pastries. “I’m not scared of you.”

She raised a victorious fist. “One down. Victory is mine.”

Chuckling, he popped a puff pastry into his mouth.

Twenty-Three

Lupo non mangia lupo.

Wolves don’t eat wolves.

DAYS BEFORE DIVORANDO: 20

Back in her suite, Alessa debated aloud what to wear for her portrait session the following day, while Dante ignored the topic entirely, lounging in an armchair with yet another book.

She tore through her closet, pulling down armfuls of ruby silk, silver taffeta, and violet lace, and hung a half dozen gowns she’d worn once or not at all from the privacy screen between her bed and the main room.