Dante was at the arrivals gate with coffee.
He did not do this for most trips. Sera could count the times on one hand, and each time it meant he was carrying something that needed to land before she got back to the office and had to manage it in front of other people. She saw the cup and understood. She took it. They walked to the car without speaking.
She put her bag in the back seat and got in. The door closed. The car pulled into airport traffic.
"Tell me," she said.
He told her.
Isabella Crowe. Six months of messages to a contact inside Aldric's network, starting eleven months ago, while Sera had still been living in Roman's apartment and counting floors in his elevator and making grocery lists for a house she had already quietly decided to leave. Isabella had fed Aldric's team As
