Kael studied my face for a long, silent moment. The storm continued to rage outside, rattling the reinforced glass of the balcony, but inside the bedroom, the air was unnervingly still.
He was weighing his options. A federal agent wasn't supposed to make deals with the head of the most powerful crime syndicate in Europe. He was supposed to bring me down, just as he was supposed to bring Dante down. But Kael was pragmatic. He was bleeding, trapped behind enemy lines, and his only exit strategy was currently pointing a Beretta at his chest.
Finally, a low, raspy chuckle rumbled in his chest.
"I've worked with dictators, warlords, and assassins," Kael said, lowering his hand. "But a Donna who uses her own blindness as a weapon? That's a first."
He tossed the silver USB drive through the a
