REINA

The zip ties had cut into my wrists raw.

I had stopped pulling against them twenty minutes ago when I realized the chair genuinely wasn't moving and the plastic was only drawing deeper into my skin with every attempt. So I sat. Hands trembling in my lap. Eyes fixed on the floor in front of me because looking up meant seeing Elisa and I couldn't keep looking at Elisa without coming apart completely.

She was on the floor near the far wall.

They had brought her in fifteen minutes after Domenico had made his calls — two of his men dragging her through the door and dropping her like...