“They want me to come up.” Damiano got to his feet. “Wait,” Jordan said, grabbing his wrist as his heart started to pound. “You’re going?” Damiano looked at his hand oddly, the yellow light throwing shadows across his face. “Of course. I can hardly refuse. They’ll just drag me out if I don’t obey them.” His lips twisted. “If they don’t kill me, I should be back within a few hours. Let go, bello.”
