The gala invitation from the Moretti Family arrived the next morning, delivered on thick cream cardstock embossed with gold filigree. Raven stared at the elegant script while Vincent read the accompanying note aloud in the war room. "'In light of recent— developments,'" he quoted, voice dry, "'the Moretti Family requests the pleasure of Vincent De Luca and his new bride at the annual Eclipse Gala. Neutral ground. Black tie. No overt hostilities.'"
Dante snorted from his seat. "Translation: come show off your assassin-wife so we can all stare and decide if she's a threat or a trophy."
Adrian Cross leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Or they want to test whether she'll crack under polite scrutiny."
