The hell was that? Italian? Gray wrinkled his brow. He hadn't taken any Italian--no need, when his speciality had put him in with the Maya and the Aztec. Tempo, that was time, right? But he didn't have much more to decode, because she was suddenly mostly in English. And there was no mistaking that lupo meant wolf. She had his identification card, then. Had to know what his name was.
But what was she talking about, a housewarming gift? He didn't have much time to ponder that, either; not even a second later, she was plunging a knife right through his hand. Jesus Christ.
Gray bellowed in pain, forcing himself not to flex his hand. He had a dim recollection that flexing his hand would cause more damage than the initial stab wound. But it was fucking hard. He sucked in a deep breath, but he couldn't suppress the groan under that. Arteries in the hand, right? Unless she'd missed it somehow. He wasn't sure whether to pray for that or not.
"You should be grateful," the man's voice behind him said. "The Donna is very generous with her gifts." There was a bright and cheerful edge to that voice that made the words that much worse, that much more insane. This was a fucked up couple who did fucked up things to innocent people. Did anybody else know about this?
There was a brief shuffle of movement behind him and then something was being handed over his shoulder. "I almost forgot, Donna. Here. For the celebration."
Gray found his voice a heartbeat later. "What do you two want?" he growled. And dear God, let it just be over quick.