My gaze snapped to his face the moment that man bowed, and I found Vito already looking at me with that same quiet, unreadable expression , a faint smile sitting on his lips like it belonged there. He had an innocent face, the kind that made adults trust you immediately, but something underneath it made my skin prickle. Something I was too young to name but old enough to feel. I was starting to wonder if I'd made a terrible mistake grabbing his hand.
Then his hand came down gently on my shoulder, and I flinched hard.
"Don't be scared," he said, his voice soft in a way that didn't quite match the situation. "I'm not one of the bad ones."
