Chapter 765
- The air in the high-ceilinged penthouse was thick with the copper tang of fresh blood and the heavy, expensive scent of Cuban tobacco, a suffocating cocktail that made the lungs ache.
- In the center of the wreckage sat a man who looked less like a human and more like a mountain carved from scarred granite.
- Stripped to his waist, his massive, corded muscles gleamed with sweat and dark spatters.