“Even if he wanted to, I assure you, there’s nothing he could do.” Shooting the priest a dirty look, I snap my fingers, telling him to get on with it. “My father is the most powerful man in the city,” Elena says, speaking over the priest as he begins his speech. I snort. “No, he isn’t.” Rafe stiffens, but I ignore it. That can’t be news to him, anyway.
