The Ambush

Dante

The scent of burned tobacco filled the air as Cassian leaned back in his chair, exhaling a relaxed stream of smoke. His face was emotionless, yet the weight of his words fell over the room like a constricting noose.

"Flavio isn't going in alone," he said, tapping ash into a crystal bowl. "He's teamed up with his friends. They're rallying men, resources —whatever they need to hit Vittoria w