CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO - Whispers of the Mansion

"I'm what? Bait? A bargaining chip?" Rebecca asked, her voice rising. "No," Luca said firmly. "You're here because I couldn't bear to leave you behind, not with the threats we've been facing. But Rebecca, you have to understand – this place, these people, they're dangerous. You need to be careful. Stay in our quarters as much as possible. Don't wander the mansion alone. And whatever you do, don't go near the western wing or the forbidden wing." Rebecca's curiosity piqued despite her apprehension. "What's in those wings?" "The western wing is where Don Salvatore resides. No one goes there without an explicit invitation. And the forbidden wing..." Luca shook his head. "Even I don't know what's in there. It's been sealed off for generations." A clock chimed somewhere in the depths of the mansion, making them both start. Luca stood, straightening his jacket. "I have to go. The meeting will be starting soon." He cupped Rebecca's face, his eyes intense. "Promise me you'll be careful."