Chapter 40  The Price Of The Living

• DANTE
• I didn’t want maps. I didn’t want tactics. I wanted dynamite. A clean shot between Castelli’s eyes. Fire with no witnesses. But Verona stood in front of me as if she could read the storm roaring inside me. She knew that if they let me out that night, someone would be dead before dawn. It wasn’t a guess. It was a certainty.
• “You’re not moving without telling me where you’re going,” Verona said in a low, firm voice that left no room for evasion.