Three Beating Hearts

*Dante*

The sharp clink of ice against crystal echoed through the quiet space of the living room. I poured a heavy measure of scotch into three glasses, my hand visibly shaking. I was terrified. We were holed up in a luxury suite just one floor beneath Sloane, killing time before our six o'clock dinner reservation. A quick glance across the room at Stavros and Cassius told me they felt the exact