She was pushing a stroller in which Clare was seated, playing with a toy bunny and oblivious to the tension around her. She entered the room and found the Emersons talking with an older woman who had short white hair and snapping blue-gray eyes. Taking a deep breath, Raven knocked on the door. “I don’t believe that for one moment,” the woman replied. “Katherine, the city isn’t safe.” Professor Emerson sounded exasperated. Raven stood outside the open door, her palms sweating.

Clare and I will be fine for a couple of hours.” “Codswallop! I’ve been wandering the streets of Florence since before you were born. She gave herself a short pep talk and approached Vitali’s office just as a loud female voice, speaking English, echoed down the corridor. She’d made a mistake she would take responsibility for it, even if it meant losing her position at the gallery. Raven would never allow someone she cared about to be hurt. She couldn’t even mention William York and his connection with Palazzo Riccardi. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” Raven gave him a worried look before exiting the archives.Īs Raven climbed the stairs to the second floor, she contemplated an alternative explanation, one that would exonerate Patrick. If they confiscate the drive, I’ll help you get the files another way.” “Tell Vitali I asked you to copy the files. I really appreciate it.” His voice was loud, too loud, and the archivist hushed them once again. She retrieved the flash drive and handed it to him. Raven muttered a curse and unzipped the pocket of her knapsack.

Ravens Deep by Jane Jordan