Chapter 562
Author: Youngblood
last update2026-06-08 23:20:11

The interior of The Grey Dove was nothing like its exterior.

Chance had expected a cramped restaurant—sticky floors, mismatched tables, the smell of old grease and cheaper wine.

Instead, he stepped into a vast hall, its ceiling lost in shadow, its walls lined with candles that flickered but never melted. The air was cold and still, heavy with the scent of old stone and older secrets.

The tables were empty. No Chloe. No Gary. No Courtney. Just white linen cloths and silver cutlery that gleamed
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