Blood Reckoning

Vittoria

The night air was thick with the stench of oil and rust. This was where it would all end—where I would carve the final chapter of my family’s vengeance into the bones of those who betrayed me.

I tightened my fist around the knife sheathed on my leg, its weight a comforting presence.

An hour ago, I received the call.

Flavio Visconti is dead.

Zev had acted exactly as I'd told him, swift and