Pietro stepped out of the bookshop, pausing in mid stride when he heard a familiar amplified voice floating through the air. But that wasn't possible, was it? His heart gave a small flutter, and he wasn't sure if it was one of excitement or fear. If father had sent her, she probably wouldn't be yelling, he reasoned.
He took of, appearing behind her in a flash, lips twitching slightly. Even if he'd been brought there under false pretenses...the friendships he'd formed had been real, hadn't they.