The chains that bound Luca were terribly heavy, and every time he moved, they cut into his skin. Bruised and battered, he was stuck in this dank underground prison which reeked of rot and spoilage. He had lost track of time-and that felt like an eternity-or days, possibly weeks. Each moment in the dimly-lit cell felt endless; every second was a reminder of how he had failed.

He had been so sure it was going to work.

So sure he would finish off Evelyn and make her pay for what she had done.

Yet now, as he sat in the filth of Odessa's prison, he was sure of nothing anymore....