Queen of the Night (The Revanche Cycle book 4)
“Sleepless, his mouth dry, his head pounding. He’d gone days now without a drop of the poison on his credenza, and he felt worse by the hour. His body, denied the alcohol he’d lived on for months, had gone into open rebellion. Almost perversely, part of him welcomed the pain, took pride in it. It meant he was winning. The only victory he’d had in his entire life that was truly his.He paused as a glimmer of movement from the window caught his eye. He looked down to the papal gardens. No, no trick... of his mind: there were people in the garden, scurrying silently along the paths, splitting up around the base of the iron tree like a stream that forked toward every inner door. And then he saw her, striding through the tide, a sword in her hand raised high like a beacon. Livia.Carlo smiled and sat down to wait for her.* * *Marcello sipped from a silver goblet of wine, head fogged from the grape and the hour. He’d been in a strategy session with De Luca and Cavalcante since dinner, making exhaustive lists of which cardinal held loyal to who, who could be swayed, and who might have to be removed in order to pave his ascent to the throne.He rose from the divan, slippers soft on the white marble floor as he paced the parlor.MoreLess
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