Chapter 8: He Knelt in Front of His Enemies

They took her out screaming. Marco Castellan signed the order himself. Life in a facility upstate that doesn't appear on any map, with no visitors and no name. He signed it with a shaking hand and then he sat down and covered his face and cried like a boy, because whatever her blood was, he had loved her for twenty-six years, and grief doesn't check paperwork. I didn't feel triumph. I felt tired. Isabella wouldn't leave my side. She kept touching my hair, my sleeve, my hand, like I might...