Chapter 38

Evie eased the door to Dante’s room shut behind her, careful not to let the latch click. The house was steeped in a deceptive calm, wrapped in a hush so deep it made her nerves prickle. The lights were dimmed to a sleepy amber glow, throwing long, lazy shadows down the hall that moved when she did. Every creak of the floorboards under her feet sounded louder than it should, and she forced herself