"And the venue?"
"Will be cleared, locked down. Staff will be searched. Kitchen will be inspected twice."
"Good. Go. I'll bring your dinner and a change of clothes," Nonnina said.
"Thank you, Nonnina," Luca replied. He bent, kissed her silver hair once more, then straightened. He turned and left the main building, crossed the courtyard toward the smaller apartment behind the house.
He unlocked the door quietly, stepping inside just as her gagging sound hit him.
"Fuck," he muttered, already moving.
He followed the noise down the short hall and into the bedroom, then the bathroom, where he found her bent over the toilet, one hand gripping the porcelain. Her hair had fallen forward in a dark curtain, hiding her face, her shoulders shaking with each miserable heave.
"Vee?" he called softly.
"Don't come in here," she croaked.
He ignored her completely.
