INICIAR SESIÓNYears ago, an “accident” arranged by street-level thugs left her with a permanent limp and a permanently smaller life. Now she survives in the shadows of the underworld, pouring everything she has left into midnight songs at a bar nobody important is supposed to notice. Until a lieutenant with an agenda drags her onto center stage at a closed-door gala where two rival syndicates sit close enough to kill each other over a wrong glance. She should be terrified. Instead, she opens her mouth to sing, and the room of murderers goes silent. Two men are undone by her that night. One is the arrogant heir who once humiliated her for the very limp she can’t hide, a man used to owning everything he wants. The other is his own underboss, quiet and lethal, the one who hunted down and buried the men who crippled her, and never said a word.Now she’s a prize in a war she didn’t start, a piece both sides want to claim. But she’s done being anyone’s victim, anyone’s pawn, or anyone’s quiet girl in the corner. If they want her, they’ll have to survive her first and neither of them is prepared for what she’s capable of when she stops hiding what she truly is.
Ver másWrenDario wanted to come in with me, and I wouldn't let him."It's my mother," I said at the door of the Don's suite. "Whatever he's going to say, I want to hear it alone.""And if it's bad?""Then you'll be right here."He didn't like it. I watched him swallow the argument the way you swallow a pill dry, and then he nodded and kissed my forehead as if he'd been doing it all his life, and leaned against the wall to wait. I had known him two years and never seen him wait for anything without pacing, and I took that small miracle with me through the door.The Don was still in his chair by the window, wearing yesterday's blanket. In daylight he looked worse, with a grey tint to his lips and one hand pressed over his chest, the way you'd press a bruise to check it was still there."Sit," he said."You're sick.""I'm eighty-one, it's allowed." He waved me down. "Sit. I'll be quick. I've been rehearsing this since two in the morning, and my courage is on a timer."I sat. On the little tabl
WrenThe phone kept ringing, and neither of them said a word.I crossed the room and picked it up off the nightstand. The screen showed an unsaved number with a foreign prefix, and I knew who it was before I pressed the button."Yes.""Don't talk," Elena said. Her voice was low and fast and very close to the receiver. "I'm leaving at noon. There's something I need to give you before I go. It's not the ledger, it's something else.""Elena, what...""Not tonight, and not on a phone." There was a faint rustle, like paper. "Find me before noon, at the east gate."The line went dead. I stood there holding the phone while two men waited in the doorway without moving, and the hall behind them was so quiet I could hear the old building settle."Everything all right?" Dario asked."I think so." I set the phone down carefully, as if it might go off. "It was Elena. She wants to see me before she leaves.""She'll keep," Kiryan said."I know." I turned back to them and put my cold hands into my sw
WrenThe ballroom smelled of wet plaster and spilt wine the next morning, and nobody wanted to be the first to sit down.Someone had righted the long table. The cloth was gone, so the bare wood showed its scars, and the chairs had been dragged into a rough oval, mismatched, a few missing legs. Grey daylight came through the tall windows onto broken glass nobody had swept yet. I had slept two hours, and my hands still hadn't stopped trembling.I stood near the wall holding a paper cup of coffee I wasn't drinking and watched the most powerful people I knew pretend they weren't frightened. It was almost funny. Twelve hours earlier they had been ready to hang me, and now they kept glancing my way, quick and sidelong, the way you look at a dog you've just learned can talk."Don't," Talia murmured beside me."Don't what?""Look like that." She nudged my elbow. "Like you're waiting for someone to tell you it was a mistake.""I'm not.""You are. You do this thing with your jaw."I made my jaw
KiryanI have killed men from closer than thirty feet.I want that understood. If I'd had a clear line, Vas would have been on the floor before he finished his sentence. But he had angled himself so the gun covered her, and the corridor was narrow, and Dario stood half a pace in front of me with blood running down his fingers. Anything I did put a bullet in the back of her skull, so I stood still, which is what I'm good at."One minute thirty," Vas said. "Tick, tick.""You'll die with us," Dario said hoarsely."Will I?" Vas tipped his head. "I know the door at the end of this cellar and the passage behind it. I helped build this place, Dario, and I'd be up the lane before the first brick fell.""Then why come down?" she said.She still hadn't turned. Her hands hovered over the keys and her voice was level and tired, almost curious, as if she were asking about the weather."Because I want the sequence," Vas said. "Stop playing. Type what I tell you and I'll let you all walk out.""You






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