Chapter 91 Dante Breaks

• The night felt narrower when we returned to the safehouse. A heavy, almost liquid silence seeped through the concrete walls, as if each room had absorbed the explosion at the palazzo and was now replaying it in a constant echo.
• Dante walked ahead, silent, muscles tense as if ready to snap in any direction. Verona stayed behind, reviewing the tablet with the expression of someone trying to piece together a psychotic puzzle. I moved toward the main hall, still feeling the tremor in my legs and the impact against my ribs.
• Dante slammed the door shut.