Then her eyes dropped to the bloody floor again. The smile died halfway. Val stared at it, and her stomach turned.
It could have been Veronica's blood there. Couldn't it? If Luca had been a second slower. If the guard had fired first. If one tiny thing had gone differently, her sister might have been the one on the ground while everyone screamed around her.
Val turned around and found Marco walking toward her. His expression changed the moment he saw her face.
"Hey," he said, closing the distance quickly. "Are you alright? You look pale."
Val forced herself to blink, to breathe, to not stare at the blood again. "Yeah," she said. "I just…" She swallowed. "It's been a long day."
Marco looked unconvinced. "Come on," he said gently. "I'll escort you to the bedroom."
"No." She shook her head. "You finish up here. I'll be fine. Don Genovese may need you."
"Are you sure you are okay, Val?"
"I promise, I am fine," Val said. She forced a small smile anyway. "Just… rattled."
