Chapter 133

• Fabio’s POV
• The highway blurred into a ribbon of gray under the fading light. My hands clenched the steering wheel, my mind was in a cage, and Ava was rattling every bar. It was infuriating.
• Her face materialized in the reflection on the windshield—not the one Dante saw, pale with shock over my grandfather's body, but the one I kept locked away. I saw her eyes, the color of warm whiskey, crinkling at the corners when she smiled.