Greenwood Cemetery was silent as death at three in the morning.
Serena walked through the shadows between ancient headstones, her footsteps muffled by wet grass. The gun Dante had taught her to use was steady in her hands, her training replacing fear with cold calculation.
She found Marcus exactly where she'd expected him.
Standing beside the elaborate headstone that bore Daniel Valentino's name and dates, a monument to a lie that had shaped seven years of her life.
"Hello, sweetheart," he said without turning around. "I wondered if you'd come."
"You knew I would."
"I know you better than anyone. Even him." Marcus finally faced her, and she was shocked by how much he'd deteriorated. His expensive suit was wrinkled and stained, his face gaunt, his eyes holding the wild look of a man w
