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The only common denominator was that it wasLa Stregawho had chosen those women for his brothers, just like Cattleya was also his grandmother's choice.Buton the other hand...that did not explain why hisnonnahad chosen her in the first place.
Sarica and Penelope both came from well-knownfamiglieand, to a lesser degree, so did Ysabel. Cattleya, though?
The more he thought about it, the more questions he had, and the sheer absence of logic surrounding his own upcoming marriage started to chafe.
"All these years, you acted as if you despised me," he said abruptly.
"You were mistaken."
He stared at her in disbelief.
"Well, you are," she insisted.
"Youfakedhaving a broken ankle—-"
"Ididhave a broken ankle—-"
"I saw yourun."
"I have an exceptionally high threshold for pain."
"As well as exceptional skills at lying, it seems."
Her mouth opened and closed.
"Just give it to me straight," Ezio commanded."Whydid you ask my grandmother to marry me?"
Several heartbeats of silence passed before she slowly lifted her gaze to his.
"Isn't it obvious?"
What was?
"You. Me. This."
Ezio stiffened.
Surely, she was not saying...
"There's only one reason for it."
And yet she was,Ezio realized in shock.
This woman actually had the balls to tell his grandmother she wanted to marry him because she wanted to be a part of New England's most powerfulfamiglia.
And such frankness towards one's ambition, Ezio could only respect and approve of.
Five
CAT'S HEART THREATENEDto stop beating the moment she saw Ezio jerk at her words.
This is it.
And he was now looking at her like he had never looked at her before.
Oh yes.
"Do you know..."
