Chapter Ninety-Five – Across the Sea

He turned the photo around.

It was a picture of a woman chained in a dark room — pale, bruised, but unmistakably alive. Her face looked like Giulia’s, older maybe, but the same.

Isabella covered her mouth. “That’s—”

“Geneva,” Dante said, voice low.

There was writing on the back of the photo, jus...

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