“They’re following.”
“They found another entrance.”
Vincent nodded.
“They always would.”
The tunnel forked.
Left led toward the river.
Right toward the old wine cellar.
Elena grabbed his arm.
“River.”
Vincent didn’t move.
“No.”
“They’ll expect us to run.”
Instead…
He smiled.
A smile so cold Elena almost didn’t recognize him.
“They’ve spent months planning how to kill Vincent Torino.”
“They’ve forgotten one thing.”
