Solace in the Chaos

Dante

The elevator ride up to the penthouse felt longer than it ever had. My brain was a whirlpool of the day's chaos, Cassian's fury, the text from the ghost who should be six feet under and some other minor shopping issues. It wasn't until the elevator chimed and the doors slid open that my body was screaming for one thing. Not whiskey. Not blood. Not vengeance.

Her.

After a long day, what I had