Sara softened upon hearing that statement, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. Her heart again raced, but this time with a flutter of confusion and cautious hope. Luca sensed her silence and offered reassurance. "I told you I never wanted to pursue you while the family feud was raging. You will find out slowly that what I've been telling you is true. But don't worry. Things are much better now."
Sara paused, processing the implied darkness of his world. "So, all of you use guns?" she questioned. "And whenever you all fight, does bloodshed occur?" Her curiosity was tinged with apprehension.
Luca's gaze became distant, shadowed by memory. "The last bloodshed occurred seven years ago," he answered. "Right after my grandfather passed away."
"But you never let it show on your face," Sara stated despite the violent history he carried. "I mean, you were so calm in the college days that no one actually knew what you were going through."
