Chapter 247 Chapter Two Hundred And Forty Seven

• The city sprawled before them, a jagged collage of glinting towers, back alleys, and hidden eyes. Anna stared out the tinted window, her reflection faint against the glass.
• She barely recognized herself. The sleek dress clung to her curves, her damp hair now drying in soft waves, and that chain—Alessia’s—sat cold between her collarbones, as if mocking her place in all this.
• Jason hadn’t said a word since their exchange.