“Yes.”
“Tell me....”
His voice was soft. His hand sought hers.
“Ah, Francesca mia, do you think I care? Does it matter to me? Look at me. Do my eyes hide from you? I adore you. Tell me ... and I will fall at your feet. I will kiss your hands....”
“That I killed him?” Her voice was low in a question.
“Whatever you wish. Only tell me so I can love you.”
“You are strange.”
“I am mad with desire for you. Nothing matters to me but that my heart bows before you.”
“You believe I killed him?”
“I want to save you. They know all I know. We must circumvent them.”