Dante’s pov

The smoke from the cigarette twisted through the air, dense and choking, yet it failed to soothe the flames raging within me. I gazed at the satellite images spread out on the table, my focus narrowing on the tiny, dilapidated house located near New Crest. Lia was present. She gave birth to my son. Three years of pursuing phantoms of dismantling cities, of reducing men to ashes merely to catch a glimpse of her escape. What now? Now she was close enough for me to touch. I ...