"I can't stop seeing his face."
Sienna's voice was barely a whisper in the damp, echoing darkness of the abandoned subway station.
She was still staring at the spot where Dante's phone screen had glowed, where Marcus's battered face had been just moments ago.
Dante was silent for a long moment. Then he grabbed the duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Marcus knew what he signed up for. He's been with me for eight years. This isn't his first time in a tight spot."
"They're going to torture him." Her voice cracked. "Because of me. Because I'm the one they really want."
"They're torturing him because they think it'll break me." Dante started walking deeper into the station, his footsteps echoing off the tile walls. "They're wrong."
"Are they?" She followed him, her wet shoes sque
