Chapter 99

• Dante
• The safe house smelled like antiseptic. The gauze clung to my side like a second skin, blood seeping through despite Elena’s best efforts. She didn’t ask questions, just cleaned and stitched, fingers deft, expression cold. The fire had scorched more than just the vault. Elena dabbed alcohol into the torn flesh near my ribs, and I hissed.
• “You’re lucky it didn’t go deeper,” she muttered, trimming the edge of the gauze. “Next time becareful.”