Chapter 80

• Sienna
• The lock gave way with a satisfying click, and I pushed the door open with a slow exhale. Dante’s mansion wasn’t just security-tight, it was paranoia on display. Reinforced steel hinges, dual-layered deadbolts, and a custom security panel he probably coded himself. But paranoia had a flaw: it got cocky.
• I slipped inside, careful not to grab attention incase he had detectors around. The glow from the city skyline filtered through the curtains, bathing the living room in gray-blue shadows. I kept low, making my way past the kitchen and into his office, where I knew he kept the things he didn’t want anyone to see.