Chapter 69 Intermezzo Of Tension

• DANTE
• Carlos’s car pulled up in front of Somni, paparazzi already closing in, flashbulbs popping like bait in the dark. I watched from where my car idled across the street, far enough to stay invisible, close enough to see what mattered.
• Carlos got out first. Of course he did. The perfect gentleman routine. I watched him circle the car, watched him open her door as if he owned the night. He stood close, too close, steering her through the cameras with his hand at her back as if she belonged to him.