Rain drummed against the armored car as we left the council hall. Cigar smoke still clung to my coat.
Near the bridge, a man ran into our headlights. The driver braked hard enough for the seat belt to catch across my chest.
Dante planted both palms on my window. His expensive suit was soaked through. His hair stuck to his forehead, and water ran down the band of his watch.
Without guards or a council table around him, he looked smaller than he had that morning.
I lowered the internal partition so the driver could not hear us, then opened my window an inch. Rain blew through the gap and spotted the leather beside me.
"You can't do this to me, Elena! To us!" He shouted over the rain, his voice already hoarse. His eyes kept jumping to the road behind us. "After everything we built, you'v
