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[Giovanni Cavelli]

Giovanni couldn't see the web the woman was weaving around him. He couldn't see the invisible strings she was attaching to his arms and legs. He had no idea that this woman was a master manipulator - a puppeteer and he was her puppet. The only question being would Giovanni realize it in time to untangle himself. Would his own lust dissipate in time for him to see what she was really doing?

The woman wore plain clothes and it reminded Giovanni of what he had been wearing before, although hers were a better quality than his had been. She ordered the same drink as Giovanni and sipped at it, grinning at him.

His name? Giovanni had been wondering about this himself - he cared not about hiding from the Atharim anymore. He could revert back to his real name. The thought made him wonder, but no - Francesco Moretti was dead. The last remnants of him died with Luciano - Giovanni Cavelli was who he was now - for better or for worse.

Had he been thinking clearly, Giovanni would have offered her an alias - well a different alias, but instead he offered her his preferred name. "Giovanni...my name's Giovanni."


Giovanni took a long pull from his glass, draining it, and the waitress brought him another. "And what's your name?"