The limousine ride back from the Eclipse Tower was thick with silence. Raven stared out the tinted window at the passing city lights, the ring on her left hand catching every streetlamp like a warning. Alessandro Caruso's parting words echoed in her skull: "The order was signed the day you left for the hit. We planned to bury you whether you succeeded or failed."
Disposable. A loose end, a weapon discarded the moment it became inconvenient. Her mind was already dissecting the implications, timing, motive, who else in the Caruso inner circle had known. How deep the betrayal ran.
Vincent sat beside her, one arm along the back of the seat, fingers brushing the exposed skin of her shoulder. He didn't speak. His gaze was on her profile, reading her the way he always did.
