Chapter 83 The Sound Of Regret

• DANTE
• My eyes flickered open as a soft beep pierced the night’s silence. I glanced at the screen by my bedside, catching the motion detector light flashing at the pool. It was 3 a.m. I pushed myself up from the bed, curiosity and concern gnawing at me. Who could be out there at this hour?
• The stillness had that wrong kind of quiet, the kind that made instincts stir before logic caught up. I scanned the feed twice, checking for shadows where there shouldn’t be any. No blurs. No interference. Still, something itched at the back of my mind. It wasn’t like Marisol to wander at this hour. Not alone.