Lorenzo smiled.

Not a nervous smile. Not a desperate one. Calm. Confident. Like he'd already won.

"You don't have it in you to kill me," he said.

Sienna's gun stayed aimed at his chest. Her finger on the trigger. "You don't know that."

"Yes, I do. I've studied you, Sienna. Watched you. You're not like Dante. Not like me. You still believe people can be redeemed.

That there's good in everyone." His smile widened. "You're weak."

"I'm not weak." Her voice shook. "I survived you. That's not weakness."

"Surviving isn't the same as winning." Lorenzo took another step forward. Now just three feet away. Close enough to touch. "Winning requires...