Chapter 19: Harmony of Havoc.

Violet Virgilson.

The warehouse smelled of betrayal.

Not just smoke and rust and old whiskey, but betrayal. That sharp, metallic tang that clings to the air when people who once swore loyalty decide to trade you for a better deal.

I should’ve known the moment we stepped inside. The silence was too thick. The shadows stretched too long. Vincent’s men—no, not his men anymore—shifted restlessly, eyes sliding away from his like guilty schoolboys caught ...