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“Scythe,” I say. “That’s Santo, right?”

A faint flicker of a smile touches his lips.

“Something like that,” he says. “For Santo… it’s a bit more in-depth. Long story.”

I nod. Vasilisa was evasive about Scythe too.

The silence stretches, heavy with things neither of us says.

I glance once more at the room, the bloodstains that refuse to lift, the tools that aren’t for show.

This isn’t just his mother’s house.

It’s a battlefield. A confessional.

And he let me see it.

“Why show me this?”

“No lies,” he says, clear, his eyes locked on mine.

I look around the room. “So this is where I should expect to find you if you’reworking?”I say with a smirk. “In basements, either this one or Opulent?”

He chuckles.

He’s about to speak when my phone rings in my back pocket.

I pull it out and glance at the screen.

Luciano.

I press decline without thinking, sliding it back into my pocket.

When I look up, Angelo’s watching me.

His gaze doesn’t waver.

There’s no anger, just that quiet observation that feels heavier than a shout.

“It was just my brother,” I say, too quickly.

I don’t know why I say it.

He didn’t ask.

He didn’t even move.

And yet here I am, explaining myself like it matters.

Like it’s any of his business.

I glance away.

Then—

His phone rings.

Chapter 37

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