Chapter 11

“Alright,” Dante seems pleased with how our signing went. But honestly, he would have gotten the same results one way or another because as things are, I’m completely his to do as he wants.  This signing is a mere formality and a chance to explain his plan to me. At the very least, I feel grateful for that.

Dante fishes for a black fountain pen from somewhere on his body. It looks fancy, with its gold linings and intricate design. It must cost a lot too. I assume it’s a gift or an heirloom.

Using his fancy pen, he signs his name at the bottom of the page.

“Who else knows?” I ask when he has handed the document to Luca, who puts it away together with