Raven stood under the scalding shower in her private quarters, letting the water run red with the blood of seven dead Caruso men. The prisoner was already in the basement interrogation room, screaming answers that the Judge and the Phantom were methodically extracting. She should have been downstairs helping. Instead, she stayed under the spray until her skin turned pink and the tender reminder of earlier nights had faded to something she could almost ignore.
The first probe had been sloppy. Predictable. Exactly what she'd expected from Alessandro's bruised ego after the Council session.
But the words he'd spat at the Eclipse Tower refused to leave her head.
"The order was signed the day you left for the hit. We planned to bury you whether you succeeded or failed."
Disposable.
