CASSIAN
Moretti Villa| Lake Como.
Belgravia.
They say power is enough. All a man needs is power. And with power, he can get anything—women, respect, honour.
And all the rest of that bullshit.
Whoever the bloody motivational speaker that came up with that crap is has never seen every woman—maybe one like Ayla.
A man could have the whole world at her feet and she'd still walk away.
She was right.
She couldn't be bought.
I'd underestimated the desperate girl who had walked into my office once, desperate for help.
Now, she was proving every part of that word to me.
I burned the cigarette into the wall by the glass window in the living room.
I glanced toward the large dining hall. Polished silverware on the dining table, centerpieces too glamorous and perfect.
It looked nothing like where guests had pooled around the night before.
I puffed out smoke rings.
I never smoked when I visited Dante, but today was fucking ruined and I wanted nothing more than to smoke.
