Kenzie Anne - Florentine Part 2 -11.11.21- Site

Kenzie’s heart knocked against her ribs. The Vasari Corridor was the secret passage above the shops of the Ponte Vecchio, closed to the public for years, a haunted artery of Medici power. Matteo had keys he shouldn’t have.

Part one had ended in fire. A gallery opening, a stolen kiss behind a column of Carrara marble, a whisper of “Tornami a trovare” —come find me again. She had. She had sold her return ticket to New York and stayed. Kenzie Anne - Florentine Part 2 -11.11.21-

He opened the book. Inside were not words, but sketches. Charcoal and sanguine. A woman’s face, repeated over and over. The same face. High cheekbones, a defiant mouth, eyes that seemed to follow you even in two-dimensional form. Kenzie felt the floor drop away. Kenzie’s heart knocked against her ribs

“Where were you?” she asked.