"Who are you?" Raina demanded, as an elderly woman dressed head to foot in black invaded her room without knocking.
The woman's hair was twisted into an intricate and severe knot on top of her head. It was steel grey, a colour that seemed to go with her sour expression. Though the woman hadn't said a word yet, Raina guessed that this was about the least fun person she was going to meet in Italy.
The woman dumped a pile of clothes on the bed and muttered, "Dress."
Though she'd only said one word, she had a thick accent. "English?" Raina asked curiously.
The woman shook her head and pointed at the pile in the bed. "Dress."
"Convenient," Raina muttered darkly.
Her host spoke perfect English with only a hint of an accent. As did his son and all of the men that Raina had met so far assoc
