Anastasia’s POV:
Marcus hugged me before I left and I let him hold on longer than usual because he needed it and because I did not know when the next time would be that things were calm enough for a hug to just be a hug.
“Be careful,” he said.
“I will,” I said.
He did not look convinced but I went anyway.
The city was barely moving. Lucas drove and I sat with my bag in my lap and did not feel the need to say anything and neither did he and we just moved through the quiet streets toward the north end of the city where Senator Carl Whitmore lived in a brownstone that looked exactly like what it was, the home of a man who had been comfortable and powerful and untouchable for a very long time.
Patricia was already there when we arrived. She got out of her car and came to Lucas’s window a
