Chapter 192

A monstrous gust of wind rattled the windows of Dashiell’s Los Montical penthouse, momentarily cutting out the neon glow of the cityscape. Groaning, Dashiell threw off his silk sheets, the temperature outside a stark contrast to the Egyptian cotton clinging to him. ‘Seriously, Mother Nature?’ he muttered, squinting at the digital clock on the nightstand. 3:47 AM. ‘Way too early for a weather tantrum.’ He stalked towards the window, the plush carpet sinking silently beneath his bare feet. As he slammed it shut, a rogue wave of icy rain slapped him square in the face, a rude awakening if ever there was one. Wiping the stinging water away, he squinted out at the storm-wracked cityscape. Black. Pitch black. This wasn’t just a summer shower, this was a full-on tropical monsoon. ‘Elodie’s flight...’ Dashiell cursed under his breath. Her plane should have touched down in Valmora hours ago. Had the storm messed with the schedule? He shoved his phone into his face, the screen illuminating the w