Nest of Vipers

Dante

The night tasted like metal: cold, bitter, and full of the kind of stillness that only comes before a storm. I stood at the edge of the old shipyard, hidden beneath the rusted shadows of stacked containers, and watched as fog curled to the ground like it knew what was to come. Every instinct in my body was razor-sharp. Every breath controlled, measured.

Hector had taken the bait.

He always d