Chapter 37: Be My Dog, or Die!

At his words, Apollo and Colson Webberlye bowed low. "Yes, sir!" They went off to count heads, each taking fifty men, and walked out of the clubhouse. The convoy was already waiting. Diego Santee took a seat in Arya Moore's Bentley, and a dozen cars purred to life. He watched the city slide past the window, a cold glint flickering in his eyes. His sister-in-law had brought in Juliana Lyson, the Chiton War God, for her wedding-partly for backup, partly to keep people in line. Which meant Persephone...