Chapter One Hundred Fifty- One
Asli sat alone in her apartment in the thin, early-morning quiet, the sky just beginning to pale beyond the windows. The soft glow of her computer cut through the dimness, casting a cold light across her face as the rest of the Villa still slept. Or so she thought.
Lines crisscrossed the screen—routes, timestamps, markers she had drawn and erased too many times to count. Her fingers hovered over the trackpad, unmoving now, her attention narrowed to a single thread she couldn't quite make sense of. Something in the pattern refused to settle.
Her phone vibrated against the desk.
She didn't startle. She never did.
She picked it up without looking at the screen. "Yes."
Cole's voice came through, low and clipped. "Godfather is calling a meeting."
Her gaze stayed on the screen. "About what?"
"I don't know," he said. A pause. Then, "He's calling everyone."
That made her fingers still.
