Chapter 37 The Price Of War

• The safe house was eerily silent, the only sound the distant hum of the city beyond its walls. Serria paced near the window, the weight of the night’s events pressing down on her. The docks were in flames, Valvatore had lost millions, and his men were dead. **But she knew this wasn’t over.**
• Dante leaned against the table, reloading his gun. “Your father won’t just be angry. He’ll want blood.”
• Serria clenched her fists. “Then let him come.”