There was no way Leonardo could change her mind—not when she had already made her decision, not when she knew what was at stake. He saw it in her eyes: that quiet, unshakable resolve. It grated on him, but in the end, his agreement was nothing more than a formality. She wasn’t asking for his permission. She never had.

Besides, with Bianca back in New York, Arya was their only way in. The only woman in their team. The only one with the connections to slip past the convent’s defenses unnoticed.

For the first time in a long while, she wasn’t standing on the sidelines, waiting for someone else to...