The wind, a biting, icy serpent, slithered down the deserted street, whispering promises of chaos and revenge into his ear. Luke shifted his weight, the cold seeping through the thin soles of his expensive Italian leather shoes, a chilling reminder of the emptiness that gnawed at him, an emptiness that only Illyana could fill. The house, a pathetically ordinary brick box, glowed with an irritatingly cheerful warmth, Christmas lights twinkling like mocking eyes, taunting him with the happiness he’d lost, the happiness that had been stolen from him. She should be here. With me. Not with him.
He watched the house, his gaze flitting from window to window, a caged animal pacing its confines, his frustration growing with each passing moment. Alessandro’s men, mere shadows in the night, their pr
