Chapter 195
The silence in the Audi was deafening. It was the kind of silence that used to terrify Elodie, the quiet that meant Dante wasn’t home, or worse, that he was home but in a mood.
Now?
It just felt like peace.
She drove with one hand, the city lights of the Bellini Pack territory blurring into streaks of gold and red. Her mind wasn’t on the road, though. It was on the spreadsheet Johnny’s lawyer had already emailed her.
It was beautiful.
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Meanwhile, the air in the hospital VIP ward was thick with the smell of expensive lilies and antispetic.
Levi leaned against the wall in the corridor, the phone pressed to his ear, listening to the wind howling on the other end.
"Matteo is preparing to divorce Freya," he said, keeping his voice low.
Harry stopped. Levi could practically hear the brakes screech in whatever random European Pack Harry was terrorizing for business. "What? Are you sure?"
"Dude, I was there. I watched her walk out with a goddamn smile on her face," Levi hissed. "And get this, he’s not giving her custody of Liora. At all."
A sharp intake of breath. Then, the sound of Harry moving fast. Footsteps. A door slamming. "I have to go. I’ll call you back."