Twisting the Knife

Chapter 87.

“Let the show begin.”

Veda’s voice dripped with venom, her dark eyes narrowing as she stared at Dante

She wasn’t in a rush to kill Genevieve. No. That would be too merciful. She wanted to break him first—twist the knife until there was nothing left of him but raw, bleeding regret.

And Rosa?

Rosa meant nothing to Her. Not a damn thing.

Dante’s voice was steady, but his body was stiff