C34 Shattered Plates, Shattered Peace

Dread pooled in Nadia's stomach as Dante led her into a vast, opulent dining room. Sunlight streamed through expansive windows, illuminating a scene that seemed ripped from the pages of a high-society magazine. A black, circular table, polished to a mirror sheen, dominated the center of the room.

Seated at its head was a woman Nadia met last night, Valentina Russo