Chapter 15 The Woman Who Was A Secret

• I returned to the Salvatore mansion unannounced.
• Rain hammered the marble entrance as if it, too, wanted to come in. The air smelled of wet earth and ancient secrets. Lights were on. The door was ajar. As if he knew I would return. And he did.
• Dante waited for me in the main lounge. Standing, a glass of whisky in his fingers, his gaze fixed on the fire. The same fire where, unknowingly, he and I had been burning for months.