“It isn’t true. But grief seldom follows logic.”
I waited, sensing there was more.
“Sophia’s family, the Calabresi, were once allies. Now they are…”
He paused, searching for the right word.
“Adversaries. They’ve made threats against Marco.”
My blood ran cold.
“Threats?”
“Nothing they would act on. They know the consequences would be severe. But it’s why Marco’s security is so extensive. Why he doesn’t have many friends. Why his previous nanny lived on the estate.”
“And now you’re telling me this because?”
“Because you need to understand what you’re agreeing to.”
His blue eyes locked with mine.
“Marco’s safety is paramount. Always. If you ever feel something is wrong, if you ever suspect someone is watching him or showing unusual interest, you contact me or Nicholas immediately.”
I nodded, the weight of responsibility settling heavily on my shoulders.
“I understand.”
“Good.”
His expression softened slightly.
“Marco trusts you. I’m beginning to as well.”
The admission seemed to cost him something, as though trust was a currency he rarely spent.
“I promise I won’t let you down,” I said, surprising myself with how much I meant it.
He studied me, then nodded.
“No. I don’t believe you will.”
