Chapter 232

Still Dante Point of view:

The corridor to the cellars is a vein.

The air is damp with old wine and the pride of a house that survived men better than I am. I could chain myself here and ask Alessio to throw away the key. He would do it. He would cry after.

Malcor would sit with me until my wrists learned the shape of restraint and my wolf forgot that the door is only wood. Aethel would slip bre