Chapter 109 Waking From Ashes
- It had been a month.
- A month since the fire. Since I lost my men. Since Sofia slipped into a coma.
- I moved to my second house in Manhattan—one of the most expensive penthouses in the city. The place was high above the streets, private, secure. It had everything—floor-to-ceiling windows, marble floors, a rooftop pool. But none of it mattered. Not when Sofia was still lying in a hospital bed, unmoving.