Title:Kill Elira

The abandoned warehouse smelled of damp concrete, rust, and….a pungent cocktail of decay that perfectly matched the current state of my life.

It was Dante’s kind of place. You know, desolate, theatrical, and reeking of power I didn't want to be near, yet was now bound to.

I stood across from Dante, Elira's allegedly dead uncle and Marco's secret twin. He looked infuriatingly comfortable in this gloom, sitting on a beat-up crate like a king on a throne.

He was Marco's mirror image, save for a jagged scar over his left eye and a cold, calculating look that the real Marco never possessed. IfItas a look that I...