48

Seraphina

"And what do you mean by that?"

I cross my arms over my chest as I scan his face looking for any emotions however he had none, just like Agostino---no, i'd say worse than that.

Why was he even talking to me in the first place?

Vlad leans back on the bench and shrugs. "Kinda felt like saying it."

My eye lowered in confusion. This man clearly just stared, never once initiating a conversation with me, so why now?

"Come straight to the point."

He momentarily glanced at me before looking back the open ground. "Clever, yes?"

I remained quiet and he inhaled a deep sigh. "Alright, yes. I do have a purpose."

"Spill."

"Giovanni and Cyrus, are your men right?"

I chocked on my spit as my head whiplashed towards him. "W-What?"

"They are." He nods to himself as if my outburst completely made his hypothesis true.

I swiftly shake my head. "No."

His head turns ever so slightly with an amused hum.

"They are not." I pressed. However I knew he clearly knew I was lying on his face.

He nods again