The Raven (The Florentine #1)(63)

Raven’s mouth dropped open.

William took a moment to regain his control, willing his body to obey his mind.

“Get dressed and come downstairs.”

He returned to the door, closing it loudly behind him.

Raven sat in her chair, dumbfounded.

She was not accustomed to receiving attention from men. Mostly she’d been treated a little like wallpaper or a piece of furniture.

At college, she’d had two boyfriends. The first one was affectionate, but not especially passionate. The second was duplicitous. Neither of them ever looked at her as William had just done, even in their most intimate, secret moments.

William had seen her and wanted her. He knew she wasn’t a size zero, with a dainty figure. Still he wanted her in his bed.

She tried to reconcile his expression of wanton desire with the tenderness with which he’d kissed her the night before. And the way he called her Cassita.

He doesn’t even know my true name.

Raven’s realization was enough to stop her speculation about William’s desire and his probable talent in bed. She was not lonely and desperate enough to trade her respect for herself (and her name) for an afternoon of pleasure.

Plus, he’s a criminal.

She needed to remind herself of the fact.

There was also the small matter of William’s anger. He seemed cross with himself for wanting her.

She wondered if his anger was because she was troubling his well-ordered criminal life or for other reasons. Probably he resented his attraction, knowing there were exceptional Florentine women ripe for the taking.

Raven decided not to dwell on the subject. She’d long since discarded the belief that all puzzles in the universe could be solved. Some puzzles didn’t have solutions, and she suspected William was exactly that sort of puzzle.

The internal struggles of a criminal were not her concern.

With a labored gait, she walked to the closet. As she sorted through the hangers and shelves of clothing, she realized it held an assortment of sizes, ranging from the size she’d been a few days past to the size she was before she lost her memory.

Either he’d provided clothes for her while he was saving her life or he’d anticipated her return to a larger size. She didn’t know what to think about either possibility.

She chose a raspberry-colored sundress, calculated to contrast with the green of her eyes; a white cardigan; and a pair of simple, low-heeled sandals. Then she locked herself in the large bathroom to get ready.

When Raven reached the first floor, Lucia was waiting. She escorted her to a room down the hall, which she said was the library; she opened the door, then left Raven to William’s company.

Raven found the term library a gross understatement. The room was larger than the central archives at the Uffizi Gallery. She stared at the books openmouthed, turning in circles as she tried to take in the enormous and varied collection.

She was amazed someone so young could have amassed such an extensive library. What she would not give to be able to spend hours perusing the shelves.

William stood at the far end of the room, in front of a massive window that ran from the floor almost to the domed ceiling, facing the gardens. He did not turn around.

The air was filled with one of Rachmaninoff ’s piano concertos. Raven recognized the music, which seemed to emanate from nowhere and everywhere all at once. She looked around the room for the source but couldn’t find it.

She resisted the urge to limp and walked to a chair in front of his desk, sitting down with a barely repressed whimper.

“Are you in pain?” he asked, still facing the window.

“A little. The aspirin is helping.”

He turned. “I can make the pain stop.”

“How?”

“Alchemy.”

She wrinkled her nose. “What does alchemy entail?”

“Prepare to have your universe expanded, Jane.”

She stiffened at the sound of her former name.

William rested his hip against the front of the large desk, crossing his arms in front of him. “You said last night there was no such thing as souls. Your disbelief doesn’t negate reality.”

“Your beliefs, however fantastic, don’t create reality.”

William’s expression hardened.

“Your ignorance will get you killed.”

“Then enlighten me.” She mirrored his posture. “You’ve been speaking in riddles and esoteric circles. It’s time for the truth. Who are you and what are you involved in? Why does it put me in danger?”

William’s eyes flared gray fire.

“You saw the feral for yourself. Last night you encountered Maximilian. Either of them could have drained the life out of you in minutes.”

“I thought Florence was relatively safe at night. I’ll be more careful.”

“You need to stop being so damned dogmatic and open your eyes,” William snapped. “You wore a relic, and a feral kept his distance. You ran to holy ground, and Maximilian didn’t follow you. Isn’t that enough empirical evidence for the supernatural?”

Raven opened her mouth to argue, but found herself unable to formulate an intelligent response.

William shook his head.

“Use your reasoning, Use your powers of observation. They weren’t choosing to stay away from you; they were forced to stay away. What more proof do you need?”