body connected into his and the stumble to keep balance; hands shot out to ground both of them . staring down at the man with amusement, although, skepticism was deeply settled . it wasn’t as if it was surprising to come across someone who knows of his face or the deeds he has done; it was the fact that the man was foreign .
❝ you recognize me, tell me, how do you know me ? ❞ pointer finger curling under the german’s chin, tilting it to make eye contact yet there was a tip of danger was apparent .
———THE QUESTION CAME WITH RISK BEYOND HIS OWN SKIN. it was the kind of thing that he wished would not rest on his shoulders, the fate which drove them together. steadying himself, the blond stared momentarily, finding the right words in the foreign tongue.
❝ not here — somewhere private. ❞ the chase, though slowed, still seemed to nip at the heels. he’d taken to italy by orders of the brotherhood, searching for the one who could help him in his quest. the city had its ways of complicating that matter.
———IT WASN’T THAT HE HAD MISCALCULATED. in reality, that could not be further from the truth. it took time, tailing at a distance he’d consider wise. pulling at his more casual garb, the man almost wished he had a hood to settled into here and now. he’d been told of a man in venice, a brother and kinsman. turning the corner, he bolted right into the man he’d been pursuing, having come in search of familiarity, but only just stumbling upon its delicate web. emerald eyes settled on the face of the italian, his scarred lip caught his attention immediately.
