Chapter 92 Verona Betrays An Order

• Dawn fell over the safehouse with the weight of a poorly buried secret. After the fight with Dante, my body still vibrated as if it had received an electric shock. It wasn’t just rage. It was the fear of what hadn’t been said. And what had.
• Verona approached my room without knocking. She entered with her usual stealth, though that night there was something different in her posture: urgency. Or guilt.
• “I need you to come with me,” she whispered, her voice barely a thread.