Blood and Silence

Vittoria

Zev has that look.

The one he only wears when everything's falling apart and he's trying to hold it together for my sake.

We're barely back from the weapons drop when he intercepts me at the bottom of the staircase, blocking my path before I can head up to my private office.

"Boss," he says softly, as if the air might shatter around us if he speaks too loudly.

I pause.

“What now?”

He hesi