The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.

Rosa asking me to cover the west wing.
I remembered complaining about the broken elevator.
Victor had created the circumstances, but he had not selected me.
Then why did he tell me to ask whether meeting me was an accident?
Because he knew enough truth to make the lie believable.
Dante’s voice became rough.
That was his talent.
I looked toward the bedroom continue reading …