Chapter 39 The House Of Wolves
- The weight of the night pressed down on Madeline as she stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the smooth pavement of Ivan Callahan’s estate. The wind carried the distant scent of rain, but the storm wasn’t in the sky. It was waiting for her inside.
- The guards at the entrance didn’t stop her. They had been expecting her.
- She walked through the grand doors alone, unarmed, fearless.