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ence. I looked down at the coded leather ledger resting on the barrel. The leather was still

The air was thick with the sharp sting of antiseptic, stale malt, and the metallic tang of bloo

hands clutching a rosary. She reached out,

with unshed tears. "Take the Morgan boy's money. We will go to the docks, find

hey were terrified. They had been hunted like animals, and the cage of this

blood." I raised my voice so it carried across the cavernous room. "Before sunrise, the Morgan

Capo with a heavily bandaged shoulder, pushed his way to the front. H

. "They are using you. You are a sixteen-year-old girl, Athena. A pawn in their war f

ok down into my eyes. I let the cold, calculating emptiness t

voice dropping to a deadly calm. "Julian Morgan needs my mind to take back his throne. I need hi

ding you to trust me. If you want to run, the door is behind you. But if you want t

ed little girl who had been smuggled out of New York thirteen years ago. He didn't find

inferno,"* (We follow you until hell,) he swore roughly. "But promise us,

heir heads. The fear in the room hadn't vani

on that had been burning in my chest finally surfacing. "Thirteen years, Nonna

would deliver a charcoal sketch of you. We watched you grow up in secret, Athena. We kept them in a cu

st been training me; he had been keeping m

vement caught my eye. Derek Hobbs, standing in the deep shadows n

voice cutting through the air like a whip. "

ed into pitch blackn

oed in the dead of night. A car was creeping past the perimeter. The engine idled for a agonizin

le, sharp nod fro

but the truth was undeniable. We hadn't escaped the cage. The whole of N