Chapter 11: The Devil’s Dare

Vincent Virenson.

The silence between us was louder than any gunshot I’d ever heard.

Violet’s breath trembled against mine, her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. For once, her damn mouth was quiet. And it was driving me insane.

Shadows clung to the loft, the sunrise slicing through cracks in the broken window, painting her hair in firelight. The floor still reeked of blood and whiskey, but I didn’t give a damn. All I ...