In the hotel room, Evander sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, wrapped in a bathrobe, his long fingers absently rolling a small blue vial between them.
Vitarem-X—the rare item he had won after outbidding everyone else that night.
The room was steeped in silence.
Calista’s face surfaced in his mind.
Dante had hinted that something about her death didn’t add up. Her body was never found, and during their investigation, they had discovered some weird chisel marks on the cliffside where she was supposed to have fallen into the sea.
Could Calista still be alive? Could Elowen actually be Calista?
Evander let out a slow breath and shut his eyes. Night after night, memories of Calista kept creeping back, each detail refusing to fade.
The wound by his ear was bandaged, but he could still fee
