EVERY WOMAN RAN FROM THE MAFIA BOSS’S LOCKED EAST WING… UNTIL THE NEW MAID LOOKED AT THE BEAST BESIDE HIS BED AND SPOKE ITS REAL NAME

to the floor.

On the bed, Dante stared through fever and shock.

His cracked lips parted. “Nobody… knows that name.”

Sarah was already at his side. His pulse stumbled under her fingers, too slow and too wrong. On the bedside table sat an uncapped vial, a syringe, and a folded sheet marked with dates exactly eight weeks apart. Dose after dose. Episode continue reading …