Chapter 20 - The Dragon's Queen
Dante was standing by the massive window in his private office, staring out at the snow-covered grounds.
He held a glass of amber whiskey in his hand, his posture rigid with grief.
I pushed the heavy oak door open without knocking, stepping into the room with Leo resting perfectly on my hip.
Dante spun around, his glass slipping from his fingers and shattering against the hardwood floor.
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He stared at me as if I were a mirage, as if the cruelty of his world was playing a final, agonizing trick on him.
"The car left," he rasped, his voice rough.
