Chapter 169
- Third-Person POV
- Outside the Silverfang Den, the wind rolled low across the alley like a lurking beast, brushing past the neon signs and rattling loose beer bottles in the gutter. The buzz of the city dulled behind the door, but Carmen didn’t mind. Her eyes were fixed on the man sitting alone by the curb—Duke.
- He looked like he had fallen from grace, albeit elegantly.