"Alexios Dallassenos."
The name reverberated as a brass bell for Alexa.
"Who?" She tried to ask casually, trying to cover up her nervousness. The Florentine priest repeated the name with a slight smile, "Never heard of him?"
In fact, pretending ignorance could be worse. But first, she needed to know what Father Gianpietro knew.
"Being related to my family, yes, I listened vaguely about the Dallassenos. But I am confused, Father Gianpietro. I don't understand much about politics or religion, and I'm just…"
