It was late when Lou appeared in Rathers’s room at the asylum. He was on the floor, his face hidden in the corner. The room was padded, and they’d removed all the furniture except for a slim mattress that rested against the opposite wall.
A single window, high on the wall, showcased a sliver of night sky. The moon was nearly full, and its line shone on the hunched figure.
His arms were bound behind his back by the straitjacket, and seeing him wrapped like that roused an unexpected pang of sympathy in her.
She’d been trapped like that once, by Nico, Konstantine’s rival.
“You stabbed me in the kidney and in the spleen,” he said.
“You cut me first,” she said. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No. I hoped you would come,” he said. “And finish the job.”
She stared down at him, and a terrible r
