Chapter 120

"Saltuk thinks he is a God" I make a new attempt, moving away while Dante pretends to choose the ball he intends to fit in. "But he's a Dictator. It's not hurting a Dictator's feelings that you knock him down.”

"So how should it be done, ma'am? "He asks, laughing ironically.

"Taking his resources. Without power, Saltuk is none other than Jonathan Maxwell, someone who died at the hands of a teenager fifteen years ago.”

Dante releases a winch with the error in the game and moves away while his opponent takes a position. Even if it doesn't let it show, I know that talking about Dean touched him. He's tense, full of doubts.

"Let's say he's really in the country, and that he's really with one of my men... Why would his wife be looking for help from the last people in the world who would spare her life?”

"Because perhaps your reason for wanting his vulnerability is the same as mine.”

He represses a smile, undoing it before his lips stretch completely.