The Devil In Us.

ear. His question hung in the air, heavy with promise and danger. S

ory asked, her voice

ng his glass in his lap. "I mean, are you willing to push the b

tal, the fragile beauty of her sculptures. Rory's fingers i

auty in brokenness," she said, h

ty. "Then let's create something breathtaking. Somethi

eplaced by visions of Rory's art, larger-than-lif

. "A citywide exhibition, with your art at its core. We'll

self tumbling into the abyss, he

ed, the word torn

h triumph as he raised his

oat like liquid fire. The city outside seemed to ignite,

nto a kaleidoscope of creativity. Rory felt herself becoming l

red warning. She forgot the shadows lurking beneath Leonardo's

glow over the city, Rory stumble

said, her voice hu

ze lingering on hers. "The game

out into the bright morning light, the city's ene