Chapter 65
- NICHOLAS
- "What was your plan here, Marcello? Surely, you can't be stupid enough to pull a dumb stunt like this. So, tell me. What were you hoping to achieve?"
- Marcello barely acknowledged me. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and he had a busted lip. Blood soaked through his white shirt from whatever cuts Evander had made on his body, staining the once-clean material.