65. Sigerna

Before I could fully process what he had just said, Russo's oily voice cut thorougg the silence. "So now that you know who we are..." His smile turned predatory as his hawk-like gaze bored into me. "What exactly do you plan to do about it?"

I felt the weight of every set of eyes in the room on me, looking at me mockingly. Like wolves waiting for their prey to make a slip, before devouring them

Lifting my chin a fraction, I met Russo's stare head-on, refusing to let fear show on my features. I could feel the scorching intensity of Giovanni's eyes, awaiting my reaction.

"Tell me more," I stated, keeping my voice carefully modulated. If they expected me to break by whatever he was about so say then I would disappoint them so badly.

Russo's smile widened fractionally as a rumble of surprised chuckles sounded from the others. He spread his hands in an easy shrug, all too happy to satisfy my curiosity.

"By all means, Emily..." That oily tone dripped condescension and satisfaction in