Chapter 51

• I let out a breath and peered out the window. The lights of LA were blinding, but I’d lived here all my life. I’d seen what lurked in the shadows of those lights, and it wasn’t pretty. Eventually, we pulled up outside a restaurant that was modern and sleek. I smiled at the name die-cut in cursive on the steel sheet above the door. Tinted glass walls lined the front, where I could see the vague silhouettes of diners seated at tables against the window. Bane kissed the back of my hand, then got out to open my door.
• My gaze drifted down to the large steel and copper door, a doorman waiting over to the side. The man nodded to Bane, then me before he ushered us in.
• “Mr. Rivera,” a man said in a cultured British accent.