Chapter 6 Brother Of The Knife
- The building on West 87th didn’t look like it belonged to the Vale empire.
- It was worn down. Ivy-choked. The kind of brownstone that whispered about old money, old sins, and secrets that never made the papers.
- Aria arrived ten minutes early, no phone, no bag, just the burner device taped beneath her jacket sleeve and a pen knife hidden in the cuff of her coat.