Hermes

I jump off the delivery bike before it even fully stops, the helmet barely off my head as I slip into the backseat of the first taxi I see.

"Grande Estate," I mutter. The driver nods and pulls out fast.

I exhale, long and heavy, rubbing my face with both hands.

My body is buzzing—adrenaline, anger, calculation all tangled together.

I’d just come from my father, after warning him. I told him everything I’ve pieced together about the Vosses—the betrayal, the plot, the sick ...