Chapter 43 Shadows And Alliances

• The speedboat cut through the dark waters, the city lights shrinking behind them. **Serria’s pulse was still racing.** The docks had turned into a warzone, and Valvatore had slipped through her fingers—again.
• Mark sat across from her, reloading his gun. His jaw was tight, his usual smirk absent. **That wasn’t a good sign.**
• Seo kept one hand on the wheel, steering them toward their safehouse, while Dante winced, pressing a cloth to his injured leg.