Chapter 70 Dante Sees A Crack

• DANTE
• The early morning in Naples was a mix of ruins and glory. The echo of footsteps on the old stone spoke of a time when pacts were sealed with blood, not algorithms. I liked to go for walks when I couldn’t sleep. And that night, insomnia wasn’t about caffeine, but about memories.
• Zoe was asleep—or pretending to be—on the other side of the house. Her body had come back with us, but her soul... no. She remained lost among the sedatives, lies, and the scars Ethan left in her memory like poorly closed blades. I wanted her back, yes. But not as an echo of what she was. I wanted her whole. With her anger. Her sharp tongue. That fire that burned my chest and forced me to remember that I was alive.