I watch Tyr walk away, and as soon as her figure disappears, I turn to Amelia, my expression even colder than before. "I saw the conclusion to the case," I state.
Amelia doesn't flinch. She walks to the lounge and sits down, carrying herself with an unshakeable air of authority. "We have a lot of enemies," she says simply.
"That is true," I say. I pour out some brandy into two crystal glasses and set one in front of her. "But what does the Leone family stand to gain by killing my wife?" I slide my hand into my pocket while taking a sip. The burn in my throat makes the hole in my chest feel bigger.
I know my grandmother will cover up for Carmine. It feels profoundly unfair to me. Ever since my grandfather died and I was announced as the heir with conditions, my uncle has retaliated endlessly. Either he was disparaging me or having me attacked.
