Dante stared at the phone long after the Contessa hung up.

"What are you thinking?" Sienna asked.

"That I'm tired." He set the phone down. Rubbed his face. "Tired of meetings. Tired of councils. Tired of power games that get people killed."

"Then say no."

"It's not that simple."

"Why not?" Sienna sat beside him on the couch. "You don't owe them anything. The Council tried to kill you. Multiple times. You don't have to help rebuild it."

"The New Order isn't the Council. That's what she said. It's something different."

"Or it's the same thing with a new name." Sienna touched his arm. "Dante, you almost died. Elena did...