Leo was waiting for us by the service elevator, his coat damp from the rain.

“The car is waiting in the alley,” Leo said.

We stepped into the elevator, the metal cage rattling as it descended.

I looked at Dante in the dim light of the lift.

His jaw was set, his mind already moving to the next piece of the puzzle.

He was protecting me, but he was also executing a flawless campaign of ruin against the man who had hurt me.

The elevator stopped with a heavy jolt.

The doors slid open to reveal the wet, concrete walls of the basement garage.

The black sedan was idling, its exhaust pipes sending plumes of white steam into the cold air.

Dante opened the rear door for me.

I slid onto the leather seat, the warmth of the car instantly wrapping around me.

Dante got in beside me, closing the door on the sound of the rain.

“Drive,” Dante told the chauffeur.

The car moved forward, navigating the dark ramps of the garage.

I leaned back against the headrest, closing my eyes.