Gabriel
I stood on the private balcony of The Obsidian Lounge, looking down into the rain-slicked street.
Azeelia walked out through the heavy double doors below. She pulled her dark coat tight around her shoulders, her chin held high, marching toward the neon glow of the avenue like a soldier retreating from battle. Even when she was terrified, she refused to bow her head.
The heavy glass door behind me slid open. Luca stepped onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette against the damp wind.
"She's gone," Luca said, blowing a thin plume of grey smoke into the night air. "I put two unmarked sedans on her tail. They’ll stay half a block behind until she’s locked inside her apartment."
"Keep four men on her building starting tonight," I ordered, not taking my eyes off her retreating figure
