rsing a whiskey in a low‑lit, e

I saw her at the university parking lot the other day. Tiffany Gallo was blocking her car, running her m

drink. The image of the silent, still Aria kicking

incredibly well. The doctors are calling it a miracle." He pulled out his phone and navigated to a video file.

the center of the frame moved with almost inhuman precision. The economy of motion, the absolute confidence i

care what it costs. Sterling Holdings needs

the afternoon sun warm on her face. Her phone-a different, encrypted one-vibrat

path. It was Tiffany Gallo, flanked by two hulk

her arms crossed. "The little mute. I heard you're good

acked their knuckles, smirk

ried him forward, and he stumbled into his companion. The second player lost his balance, a

lved into a mask of p

a fallen twig from the ground, and held it up in front of T

sage wa

rambled away, her frien

pression impassive. A voice

s... imp

wide with a mixture of shock and undisguised admiration. He to

to a halt at the curb, blocking his path. The passenger

ixed on Aria. Then his gaze shifted to Leo, and his

d, his voice a low, deliberate