THE DEVIL'S PREY
Chapter Forty-Six
The night was cool, the breeze carrying the scent of damp earth and distant rain.
Sarah had stayed in the living room long after Aunt Theresa left, her thoughts tangled in the weight of everything she had just learned. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there before she caught sight of Xavier through the large window.
He stood in the lawn, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his other hand buried deep in his pocket.
For a long moment, she just watched him.
There was something unsettling about the sight—Xavier Adrian, the ruthless Mafia leader, looking… lost.
Not in control. Not composed.
Just lost.