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

returned to the bedroom.

Maria looked up.

“She hates me,” he said, meaning the doctor.

Maria’s mouth twitched despite herself.

“She doesn’t hate you.

She’s just old enough not to be impressed.”

A faint smile touched Dante’s face.

“That is worse.”

The room quieted.

Outside, rain began to tap against the tall windows.

The city blurred into silver lines and restless continue reading …