Chapter 56 The Wolf's Shadow

• Salvatore’s p.o.v
• Romanov strode toward us, his steps steady, unhurried, but each one carried weight. The dock grew quieter the closer he came, like the air itself knew better than to make a sound in his presence. His men flanked him, but they didn’t need to draw weapons the real weapon was the man himself.
• He was dressed immaculately, a dark coat draped over broad shoulders, his silver hair slicked back. A cigar burned between his fingers, faint smoke curling around his sharp features. His eyes icy, calculating swept the wreck before finally landing on me.