Chapter 23

• Alessia
• The evening air outside Inferno is filled with heat and the lingering scent of smoke and expensive cologne. The neon glow of the club casts deep shadows across the pavement, but none feel as heavy as the man standing in front of me. Dante is watching me, like he’s trying to figure something out. Like he knows something.
• I don’t move. I don’t seem rattled either. But inside, a slow, creeping irritation spreads through my veins. Does he know? Did he recognize me? The weight of his gaze feels like a test, and I force my expression into something neutral. Unbothered and Professional.