Ravenna's POV
The ride was silent. Not filled with the quiet hum that I liked, but an eerie hiss that rang in my ears like church bells.
The van hummed softly against the asphalt, tinted windows swallowing every light from the city as we drove out of it. There were four of them—men in black suits, the kind who had sunglasses that shielded their eyes and stoic faces that gave no expression and didn't talk unless they had to. The kind who didn't see faces or recognize humans, only orders and targets.
One of them finally broke the silence.
"Where's the other one?"
I looked up. "What?"
"Your assistant. The small one. Keating is the name, right?" His tone was lazy but suspicious. "Boss said he's always with you."
I forced a small smile. "I sent him on another errand."
