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Series: Elemental Mysteries #4
Author: Elizabeth Hunter
June 5, 2012
“No secret stays hidden forever.”
Still grieving from their loss in the far East, Giovanni Vecchio and Beatrice De Novo discover that for them, all roads really do lead to Rome. But nothing is quite as it seems in the Eternal City. Joined by Carwyn and Tenzin, unexpected clashes greet them almost immediately, and rivalries churn beneath the glittering facade of the old Roman court. They quickly realize that allies might be enemies, and ancient rivals could hold the key to a deadly secret.
Giovanni and Beatrice will be forced to call on old alliances, ancient power, and fierce cunning to survive for the eternity they both desire. Sometimes, finding the end means going back to the beginning. Fire, Earth, Wind, and Water finally meet with devastating results in the conclusion of the Elemental Mysteries.
“You move differently here.”
“I what?” Giovanni blinked and looked around as they walked up the Via dei Condotti, past the luxury shops, headed toward the ristorante where Matt had chosen to meet them after their walking tour with Ben.
“You move differently.” She slid an arm around his waist, keeping pace with easy strides. “I don’t know, you’re more... Italian, I guess.”
“Beatrice, I am a Florentine. I will always be a Florentine.”
“But see,” she poked his side. “Like that. In L.A. you would just say you’re Italian. But here, you’re Florentine.”
“So?” He frowned. “I’m in Rome. There is a difference. Is there something wrong with this?”
“No, it’s cute.”
“And you walk different, too. You’re not in as much of a hurry here.”
He just grunted at her, no doubt thinking she was imagining it, but she wasn’t. He looked... lighter, somehow. Comfortable. In California, she often thought Giovanni seemed more British than Italian, but here, he gestured more. His accent was stronger. His shoulders were more expressive, and his eyes more languorous.
“Whatever it is, it’s hot. So go with it.”
“Oh?” He grinned. “Is that so?”
He leaned down and whispered something very dirty in her ear. If she could have blushed, she would have. Then he nipped at her ear and murmured, “Does it sound better in Italian?”
He pinched her waist and kept walking. “I’ll keep that in mind.”