Clarissa’s POV
Clarissa hadn’t slept a wink. She had tried, God knew she had tried to close her eyes and rest, but the images wouldn’t stop replaying.
It had come hours earlier, long after midnight, waking her with the sharp chime of her laptop. At first, she thought it was another message from Dante but when she saw the subject line, her heart stilled.
Nicho had filed a lawsuit against her for defamation for daring to say the truth about her brother’s death and, suspiciously, there was no media coverage. Nicho, who adored flaunting his power, had kept it quiet. Was he scared?
Her phone sat beside it. She stared at it for a while before finally pressing the call.
The line rang once, twice. Then his voice came through, deep and slightly rough from lack of sleep. “Clarissa.”
“Dante,”
