Chapter 35 The Traitor In The Shadows

• The scent of burning tobacco curled through the dimly lit room, blending with the thick tension suffocating the air. Dante Morelli sat behind his polished oak desk, fingers drumming against the surface with a slow, deliberate rhythm. His sharp gaze fixed on Madeline Forrest, who stood across from him, her spine straight, her expression unreadable.
• “You’re sure about this?” she asked, though she already knew the answer.
• Dante exhaled through his cigarette, a smirk playing on his lips. “Of course not,” he admitted, tilting his head. “But risk makes the game worth playing, doesn’t it?”