The Twisted Knife

SERAFINA

Dario laughed.

At first, I thought I was hearing things. But no, he was actually laughing. Loud, unbothered, almost manic laughter that echoed around the room like a warning shot. It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense.

I glanced at Igor.

He wasn’t laughing. He was glaring.

His jaw had tightened, the muscles twitching ever so slightly as he watched Dario unravel into laughter