Tutor - Raul Korso Leo Domenico -...: The English

One night, Leo—the younger, the more volatile—burst into the tutor’s chambers. “They are coming,” he whispered, his face pale. “The men from Firenze. The Cardinal’s men. We heard them in the village. They say you are not a tutor. They say you are a… a resurrection.”

The grandsons stood frozen. The tutor placed a hand on each of their shoulders. The English Tutor - Raul Korso Leo Domenico -...

She opened the door herself, the servants having fled to the kitchens at the first crack of thunder. The man on the step was not what she expected. He was tall, lean as a rapier, with eyes the color of tarnished silver. His coat was soaked through, but he wore it like a military uniform. One night, Leo—the younger, the more volatile—burst into