Chapter 240

Both of them turned toward the window. The island was coming into view now—rugged cliffs rising from the sea, a jagged silhouette against the gray sky.

The plane touched down on a makeshift runway, and Leo stepped out, his boots hitting the gravel with a crunch. The air smelled of smoke and salt, the island a mess of ruins from Marco and Dante’s handiwork. Charred remains of villas dotted the lan