"Either you will or will." Was all that Zadkiel had said before they re-entered the building down a different hallway which consisted of metal. The chattering—long gone—only the wind whistling down the steel antechamber that led to an enormous bowl shaped room.
Rows and rows of silver seats rose up high above them, yet only one row at the top was filled with seventeen people. "Thirteen of those are the clan leaders and four, the people that hold the Camorra laws." Viktor stood beside Erius, his face unreadable save for the fact he clenched his jaw when he noticed Ari standing beside him.
They were chattering, casting their votes.
"Now would be the time." He elbowed her in the side.
