“An all too willing accomplice comes when most needed”
“An all too willing accomplice comes when most needed”Isabetta stood at the tip of the square, where one lane diverged to two. In one direction lay the craving of her heart, in the other her duty. Isabetta took the lane to the right, leading to the market square, the butcher’s row, and her husband’s shop.
“Signora, ah signora, Heaven itself has led you here.”
He pounced on her shadow, not but a foot yet across the threshold. Marzio Beccaio may be a master cleaver, a charmer with customers, but he was a wretched businessman. That was her husband’s purview, or at least it had been.
“The customers, signora, they are growing angrier and angrier. They pound on the door for us to open.” Marzio wiped his short, wide hands on a blood-spatt
