He stopped directly in front of her. "You asked for me," he said simply.
"Are you Marco?" Valentina asked.
"Yes."
"My sister told me about you," she said quickly. "She said you were helping her."
He knew exactly which Marco Veronica had meant, and it certainly wasn't him. Still, he nodded noncommittally. "Really?"
"Well," Valentina continued, hopeful now, "I thought you might help me too."
"I am not helping you escape," Marco said flatly, already turning away. He didn't need this.
Valentina shot up from the sofa and grabbed his arm with surprising strength. "No, please. Just listen."
Slowly, he looked down at her hand on his sleeve. She released him immediately.
"What is it?" he asked. "Make it quick."
She hesitated, color creeping up her cheeks. "It's… it's embarrassing."
"You have one second."
"I need a pad."
"What the fuck is that?"
Valentina stared at him. Then she burst out laughing. "You're kidding, right?"
He merely raised a brow in irritation.
