Chapter 57

• Dante
• Nico told me I had a visitor, and I had told him to let the person in. The door swing open, and she entered like a sin on stilettos.
• The air shifted the second Sophie stepped through the door of my private suite. Her silhouette carved out against the dull gold lighting, all sharp hips and sharper eyes, with that damn knowing smirk on her lips. I’d told myself I was over her, that whatever spell she cast back when we were younger had broken the moment I realized she’d played me like a violin in front of Rafael.