Through the Storm

Dante

The phone buzzed against the mahogany of my desk, sharp enough to drag me out from the haze I didn't even know I was in. I looked down without enthusiasm, expecting yet another update from my men, another detail about Hector, or perhaps another warning about Zark's machinations.

But it wasn't any of that. It was her.

Vittoria.

Her name glowed softly on the screen, and for a moment, the world