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Chapter Eleven: Iron
Silvia POV
Fulvio changes back into his clothes after his shower and we find ourselves once again in front of Luka's apartment. I've changed into jeans and a t-shirt as well and brushed my hair out so it's more like I used to wear it. I'm not wearing any make up.
In the bathroom mirror I stared at myself for a long time, wondering at this person I was seeing. It was like seeing an old friend after a long, long time. My eyes huge and dark, my hair falling in waves around my face. A little older and sadder than I once was.
I try not to think about how Fulvio looked at me when I came out. He had that hungry look again and I didn't hate it.
Fulvio knocks and we hear running footsteps and then the door is flung open.
It's hard not to be happy yourself when someone looks that happy to see you. Luka is smiling and chatting already, telling us about the dinner his mom has made.
I interrupt the flow of words to ask if he has a
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