Chapter 9 Modulation Of The Heart

• DANTE
• The scent of wood polish and leather wrapped around me as I sat in my office. The dark paneling and refined decor carried the kind of weight that commanded attention. Authority lived in this room.
• Across from me, a row of surveillance screens flickered, each one tracking Tori’s restless pacing inside the guest house. My fingers moved absently through Mr. Buttons’ fur, his small body warm against my lap. He had no idea the storm was building inside me.