She Hid in the Mafia Boss’s Closet. At Dawn, He Learned She Had Been There Before.

window.

Beyond the glass, the gardens were wet and shining.

The city stood in the distance, bright and merciless.

“I thought about selling it,” she said.

“Then I thought about burning it down.”

“I would have helped.”

She turned back.

“But I think houses can repent better than men.”

Dante lifted an eyebrow.

“That sounds like something Marianne Keating would continue reading …