Chapter 40 Ashes and Betrayal

The gunshot cracked the night open.

Smoke curled through the mansion’s corridor, sharp and bitter.

Seraphina’s pulse thundered in her throat as she crouched low behind a marble pillar, the cold tile slick with someone’s blood. It smelled of gunpowder, perfume, and betrayal.

Damiano moved like a sh...

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