« The ring that should have buried with him. when a waitress served chicago’s most feared mob boss, a single name opened a forgotten grave. »

Leonardo twisted her hand so the underside of the ring faced the chandelier.

There, almost invisible beneath the platinum band, was the engraving Gabriel had once shown her.

A lion split down the middle.

Leonardo’s expression changed.

Not anger.

Not exactly.

Recognition.

And beneath it, something Clara would never have expected to see in his face.

Fear.

“Who gave you that ring?”