Chapter 223 Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Three

• A playful smile appeared on Irene's lips. "Thought you might never ask."
• She rose from the couch slowly, walking toward the glass window that overlooked the dim courtyard below. Her silhouette stood framed by the pale moonlight seeping through the curtains. “Jason Walker is a ghost now, but even ghosts have weaknesses. And I know every single one of his.”
• Niko watched her, his jaw tight. He didn’t trust her, not entirely—but something about her voice, the confidence in it, made him listen.