Chapter 90 The First Ambush

• The palazzo rose like an architectural corpse in the middle of the night plain, stripped of its windows, pierced by the wind, illuminated only by the moon slanting across its worn walls. No one in their right mind would have stepped inside. But I no longer had reason, only a name throbbing beneath my skin, marking me from within: Ethan.
• The car stopped several meters from the entrance, as if even the mechanics feared approaching any closer.
• Verona cut the engine without speaking. Dante didn’t either. The tension between them was an electric filament extending to me. We knew it was a trap. And yet, we were here.