The black cars slid noiselessly through the deserted streets, the engines humming like a warning signal. Isla sat next to Dante in the back seat, her hands modestly folded together in her lap, but her heart pounding so fast. Tonight was not a quiet dinner at home or another meeting in his office to discuss strategy. Tonight, he had decided to bring her into the playing field where words were worth bullets.
The city flashed by outside, but Isla's focus was the man next to her. Dante's tranquility was armor, his face giving nothing away, his eyes on some far-off point. She would have questioned him about why he'd included her, but the firmness of his jaw told her not to bother. Whatever the reason for this meeting, she'd find out soon enough.
