Seconds later, Pedro Landi stormed into the dining-room surrounded by soldiers. His eyes were red and his face was twisted in agony. His gaze shot to Camila’s sisters. “Take them!” he yelled, pointing to the women. The soldiers rushed forward, grabbing Ghita and Andriena, while Camila shot out of her chair, screaming at them not to touch her sisters. She jolted as Pedro yelled for her to taken too. Two soldiers headed around the table to where Camila and I were sitting. I pushed Camila behind me, yelling: “Back down!” The soldiers hesitated, their gazes moving to Pedro. “Step out of the way, Frano,” Pedro said, his voice low and dangerous. “The Donatelli will pay for their crimes.” “These women have committed no crime.” “All Donatelli belong in graves after Christo murdered my youngest girls!” he yelled. I froze, what he had just said making my stomach drop. “What?” Pedro covered his face, then flung his hand out, his anguish beyond even my own living nightmare.
