I smiled slightly. “I believe it keeps the devil from getting comfortable.”
That made him chuckle.
He stood and kissed my cheek.
“I’m going back to Monaco tomorrow by train.”
“Be careful, Ares, and you are doing a good job with Yuna. She is almost ready.”
He walked toward the door, then paused.
“Thank you... for being a good mother to me.”
The door closed behind him.
I returned to the prayer table slowly and picked up my rosary again.
Because when your son carries the weight of justice on his shoulders…
You pray even harder for his soul.
CHAPTER 48
Ares
THE FOLLOWING MORNING…
“You Get Me”
Paris was still waking up when we arrived at the train station, the sky pale and soft over the glass ceiling above the platforms. Travelers moved through the terminal, dragging luggage, sipping coffee, living their quiet little lives.
Yuna looked like she stepped out of a different decade.
An old French film.
A straw hat sat perfectly on her head, the wide brim dipping low enough to help hide her face. Big dark Prada sunglasses covered most of it anyway. A small black Chanel bag hung from her shoulder, swinging gently every time she walked.
She had on a fitted cream dress that hugged her waist and fell just past her knees.
Classy.
Expensive.
Quiet luxury.
The kind of woman people stared at twice.
I wore black slacks, a black blazer over a white dress shirt, the collar slightly open. Jewelry sat heavy on my neck and wrists, including the cross my mother had given me, and my rectangular Versace sunglasses blocked out the morning glare.
The station was busy, but I still noticed something.
A quick flash.
Someone lifted their phone.
A picture.
I frowned slightly, but I didn’t react.
