I turned to leave. Giancarlo noticed the shift before Salvatore did. His hand shot out and closed around mine, his grip firm, his expression carefully arranged into something that might have passed for concern if I hadn't known what lived behind those pale eyes.
"Seraphina." His thumb traced a slow circle against my wrist. A gesture of possession disguised as tenderness. "Don't misunderstand. We're good to Rosalia because she's yours. Because you brought her into our world. Everything we do for her, we do for you."
Salvatore moved closer, his broad hand coming down on the top of my head, ruffling my hair the way he had done since we were children. As though I were still a little girl. As though I could still be soothed by the rough warmth of his palm.
"Don't overthink it." His voice was gruff, almost gentle. "You've finally finished the trials. Come. Let us take you for a drive through the old streets. We have something for you."