Chapter 12 To Getting Revenge

• “Tell Zara it’s Leo,” he said to the elderly man who answered the door
• The man studied him. Didn’t say anything. Just stared, as if reading Leo’s whole damn soul. He had her eyes and nose too, and though his skin sagged with age, Leo could imagine what he might’ve looked like in his prime. Youthful. Fierce. Just like her.
• “She’s inside,” the man said after a pause, stepping aside. “She hasn’t spoken much.”