Chapter 14

Manhattan, in the wake of the storm, did not welcome a clear dawn. The sky remained blanketed by a heavy, leaden layer of clouds, thick as a sodden wool blanket, shrouding the city in a suffocating gloom.

When Clemensa woke, the space beside her was empty, leaving only the indentation on the sheets and a faint metallic tang of blood to prove Carmine had briefly rested there. She didn't rise immedi