Chapter 41

• The wind howled through the shattered windows of the old cathedral, the moonlight slicing through the broken glass in jagged shards of silver. Kieran stood beneath the ancient archway, breath clouding in the cold night air, his fingers still wrapped tightly around the gun. His heart pounded like a war drum in his chest.
• And across from him Isandro.
• The man who had haunted his every step. His enemy. His obsession. And yet… the one person he couldn’t seem to let go of.