The Devil's Debt

Dante

The rain started again when I stepped out of the car. Gentle mist flowed across the De Leone grounds, rounding the edges of the marble walls and creating an oily coating on the cobblestones in the pale morning light.

I'd been up since morning. Vittoria hadn't slept at all, I knew that by the way she floated through the halls, quiet but disturbed, her mind a thousand miles ahead of now. She'd