Chapter 10: My Name Is Elena Vance

Founders' Hall is underground, older than the city above it, and it holds four hundred people when the families come. They were all in it. Every don, every capo, every gray-haired vulture with a vote—assembled under a stone ceiling to watch a stray get opened on the altar and a King get stripped for loving her. We came in through the north doors at 11:52 p.m. Nico first, because he'd earned it. Then Dario, coatless, chains still hanging from one wrist because we hadn't had time, blood dried...