Chapter 105

VICTOR

The tires screamed against wet asphalt as I took the last corner too fast. It had started raining, and the headlights cut through it like knives, but everything beyond the windshield was a blur.

My pulse hammered in my throat, in my temples, in my goddamn fingertips clutching the steering wheel.

Dante’s last words still rang in my ears, louder than the engine.

‘I simply took what belongs to