Chapter Five
Yellow light spills onto the slick streets from the vaulted windows of the Oak Room. My favorite restaurant. Excitement strums my nerves. Except that’s not possible…
The limo slows near the crush of Bentleys and Ferraris, the valet station bustling with gentlemen in tuxes and ladies in glittering gowns. It’s a place to see and be seen. We glide past the awning, golden light glancing across our window and then going dark.
Curiosity spikes when we turn a corner into the alley.
I glance at Gabriel, who’s watching me with dark eyes.
We pull behind the restaurant, where two men in suits stand on either side of an open door. The limo slows to a stop, and the driver steps out, but he doesn’t open the back door. He’s a shadow at the side of the car, as if he’s waiting for a signa
