The Forbidden Art Room

Six months. That was how long it had been since Evie walked out of Vincenzi Tower, slipping from Dante’s chaotic, velvet-lined world back into the unforgiving grind of her own reality. Six months of scraping together loose change, living out of a battered duffel bag, and ignoring her mother’s relentless, passive-aggressive text messages about storage unit fees.

Silas’s office smelled like scorch