Chapter 28 The Devil's Favorite Game
- The rain was coming down in sheets by the time they left the cathedral.
- Ivy stood silently by the blacked-out car as Damien gave an order to one of his men in a language she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t English. It wasn’t Italian. It sounded like violence in syllables.
- The masked gala was behind them now, but the tension clung to the air like static.