Chapter 38 The Reckoning
- The moment Madeline stepped into Dante’s penthouse, she knew something was wrong.
- The scent of expensive cigars still lingered in the air, mixing with the faintest trace of bourbon. A half-empty glass sat abandoned on the table beside an overturned chair, and the silence was thick, suffocating.
- Her pulse pounded as she scanned the room. Dante was gone.