Chapter 175

• The torchlight threw shadows over Romano’s twisted face. His skin was mottled, veins dark like ink crawling beneath. He threw the last syringe to the floor groaning as he stood up.
• Selene rose slowly. “Why are you here?”
• Romano leaned against the cell door, breathing ragged. “Because Darius pushed me too far. I was fine playing the dog when the scraps were enough. But now? He’s starving me and laughing while he does it. I’m done.”