CHAPTER 19

Chapter 19 – The War We Thought Was Over

They had lost him.

Evelyn paced the safe house, fury radiating off her in waves.

Dante had been alive this whole time. Watching. Waiting.

And she had walked right into his trap.

Ronan poured himself a drink, his jaw clenched. "He planned every second of that encounter."

Evelyn slammed her fist against the table. "I know."

She had been hunting ghosts for too long. But now?

Now the ghost had come for her.

"He's not running," she said. "He wants us to come for him."

Ronan nodded grimly. "Then let's not disappoint him."

Tracking the Devil

Dante had spent six years in the dark. But no one—no one—came back without leaving a trail.

Within hours, Ronan's contacts came through.

A private estate, off the grid, heavily guarded.

Dante had built his kingdom in the shadows, and now, he was inviting Evelyn inside.

She loaded her gun. "Let's end this."

The Final Confrontation

The estate was a fortress, but Evelyn wasn't interested in sneaking in.

She wanted Dante to know she was coming.

Gunfire erupted as they stormed the compound. Ronan took point, cutting down guards with ruthless efficiency. Evelyn moved like a shadow, taking down anyone who got in her way.

And then, finally—

Dante.

Waiting for her in the grand hall, sipping whiskey like this was just another business deal.

"Ah, Evelyn. Right on time."

She raised her gun. "No more games, Dante."

He smirked. "Oh, but I do love games."

Then, with a flick of his wrist—

The lights cut out.