Chapter 19: Broken and Bleeding
****Dante’s POV****
The sky over Istanbul was thick with storm clouds.
Not rain.
Not thunder.
But something heavier.
A warning in the air, in the vibration of the jet engine, in the cold knot twisting tighter in my gut the closer we got.
Isabelle was inside that warehouse.
Victor was too.
And if I was late by even one breath, I would lose her.
Again.
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I watched the digital tracker pulse across the screen in front of me—her beacon, tiny but steady, centered right over the abandoned shipyard that bordered the Golden Horn. Turkish intelligence had marked it as a dormant shell for years.
But Victor didn’t do dormant.
He made sleeping places into graves.
“Approaching the target,” my pilot called.
I stood, clipped on my harness, and checked the
