Chapter 234

They left the room, heading down a narrow hallway toward the smell of garlic and something roasting. The dining room was simple—a long wooden table set with mismatched plates, a couple of candles flickering in the center. Dario was already there, pouring himself a glass of red wine, his grin back in place as he waved them over.

“Sit, sit,” he said, gesturing to the chairs. “Food’s coming out in a