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Dalia's POV

Vittore Martinelli was an anomaly.

He's honest... well as much as he could be, I'd defied him more times than I'm sure most have and I'm still breathing and I couldn't read him.

Right now, he knelt on one knee in front of me, one of his hands on my calf and the other on my thigh, twisting my leg to get a better view of the wound I'd professionally stitched. Everywhere his hands touched sent tingles through my body and it suddenly became a little too hot in here.

Goosebumps had risen on my skin and I hoped he didn't see them but with the way his body was tense, I'd say his mind was a little too preoccupied.

"We should get back to Faye," I said, wanting anything to get him away from me. I didn't like my body's response to his presence.