Thirty-two: Daniela Berni

Thirty-two:

Daniela Berni

The first time I slept with Niccolo, someone tried to kill us. Now I was back together with him, and someone was trying to kill us again. It seemed that no matter what I could do I was never going to stay safe. The best thing I could do was to train how to do it myself as much as possible. We had twenty-four hours to turn me into someone lethal enough that could take out Alessandro. And Niccolo was being a big, giant baby about it.

“Explain to me why there’s a weapons room in a New York Loft,” I said, “what is this? Is it The Mortal Instruments?”

Niccolo frowned. “I don’t know what that is.”

His cousin Dom, who was also in the room, smiled. “Well, you never know when you might need a grenade to throw at someone.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You have grenade’s in here?”

Niccolo coughed. “He was joking.” He glared at Dom. “There’s nothing that dangerous in here.”

“Really?” I said, “So what about