Chapter 23: Double Agent
****Dante’s POV****
There’s something about silence that makes you paranoid.
Not the kind of silence in nature or between lovers—but the sharp, deliberate silence that exists when something should make a sound and doesn’t. Like a gun not firing. A footstep that doesn’t echo. A heart that skips a beat.
That was the kind of silence I heard as we crossed into the castle ruins at dusk.
The air was too still.
No birds.
No bugs.
No wind.
I knew this was a trap, and I still walked into it.
Because sometimes, the only way out of hell is straight through the fire.
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The rendezvous point was a cathedral ruin—what used to be the heart of the castle, now barely standing. Ivy crept through broken stone. The altar was cracked, the stained glass shattered. Luca knew
