I backed against the wall, my mind racing through options. Run? Fight? Talk my way out?
"I think," I said slowly, "that killing me would be stupid. Silas paid. You got what you wanted. Why make this worse?"
"Worse for who? Him or you?" Dante stepped into the small room. "See, the thing is, I don't actually need the money. I'm worth three times what Silas is. This was never about cash."
"Then what was it about?"
"Making him feel helpless. Making him know that all his power, all his control, couldn't protect the one thing he actually values." Dante's smile was cold. "And now I'm deciding if the look on his face when he finds your body is worth more than the look when I let you walk out of here."
"You're insane."
"I'm pragmatic. There's a difference." He raised the gun, pointed it at my
