RAVEN’S POV:
I don’t know how Tamara was able to bypass the security detail at home, but I am in a car the next day, driving toward wherever it is Yara lives. For hours, we are on the road, with Tamara’s eyes focused on the cars in front of us.
It seems we are driving to the outskirts of the city because the roads have stopped looking familiar.
I used the only excuse Dante and his men would never question—the desire to get some books. I think Dante has been buried in work and didn’t bother assigning me a guard to monitor me like my life depends on it. Tamara made me choose a specific man, and I think she bribed him.
Either way, the car comes to a halt, and my heart is beating hard against my chest. We aren’t in the lush suburbs anymore. The houses here are decaying, huddled together in
