Starling (79 page)

He looked up, and Cass could see he’d been beaten.
His left eye was swelling, and his lips were leaking blood.
Her heart wrenched open.

The guard tossed Falco into the cell on the other side of hers. He
teetered dangerously and then flailed at the cell bars, attempting to
hold onto them for balance. His hand barely brushed the steel before
he collapsed onto the floor in a heap. Groaning, he rolled onto his
side so that he was facing Cass.

She turned away to look at Piero and the guard. “What did you
do to him?”
“We gave him a proper beating,” Piero said. “I would have killed
him, but I suspect Bella will want to do that herself.”
Piero watched with pleasure as Cass reached her hands through
the bars, trying to wipe away the blood leaking from Falco’s mouth.
“I love a happy reunion.” His lips twisted into a smirk. “Bella’s

going to be devastated. Now who will paint her pictures?”
“I’ll paint pictures of both of your corpses,” Falco muttered.
“Bold words for a man who can’t even stand.” Piero ducked out

of the room with the guard trailing behind him.
“Cass.” Falco reached out for her hand. “Will you ever forgive
me? All this time you were right—about everything.”
He was still lying on his side. His shirt was torn and his left forearm had a long scratch down the front of it. His fingernails were
cracked and bloody. If only he had believed her sooner.
“It’s all right,” Cass said. “There’s nothing to forgive.” She folded
Falco’s fingers in her own, trying not to notice the smears of his blood
rubbing off onto her skin.
“After you sent me away from your room at the brothel, I went to
a taverna, where I overheard that a man called Giovanni de Fiore
had accused Joseph Dubois of conspiracy, heresy, and murder. I
talked to a few people and realized his daughter had been executed
for consorting with vampires and that he thought Dubois was behind
the arrest.”
Giovanni de Fiore was a bit of a recluse, but he was also a very
wealthy nobleman. If he was brave enough to accuse Dubois, the
Senate and Doge might listen. Cass could only pray that he had proof
to back up his suspicions. It was the first piece of hopeful news she’d
heard in days.
“It seemed very close to the executions in Florence,” Falco said.
“A bit of a coincidence that the vampire-mania arrived in Venice at
the same time Belladonna did. I went back to Palazzo Dolce to find
you and inform you of what I’d learned, but I found your room in
ruins and realized you must have been attacked. I tore the entire city