45| Forgive Me Father.

Dmitris' Point Of View.

'Forgive me, father, for I am about to sin.'

The church confessional is cramped and dark. The menacing scent of polished wood and flowers contaminate my senses until I'm barely able to think straight.

I rub my hand over my chest, which feels tight, trying to alleviate the ache that is engulfing me. I watch the congregation file into the considerable church through the small, cross-shaped holes that bless the door to my hiding place.

The Venturi family did not attempt to keep Sandros' wedding to the Volkov printsessa a secret.

Their arrogance shines brilliantly under their designer clothes and the women's painted faces.

The females stand to one side, gossiping as they compliment each other's dresses, trying to decide who wears what better and who has the finer and most exclusive purse or one-of-a-kind shoes.

The men speak in tones that boom off the vaulted ceiling as they puff their chests up like gorillas in their designer suits.

I haven't spotted any weapon