Chapter 296: Seven Straight Nights of Fire!

The night lay hazy and dim. Winter's cold seeped into everything, and fine snow seemed to drift past the window, carrying its bite into the world. Inside Spring House, the rooms played host to humanity at its most primal. In a few corners, the truly twisted pushed it even further, louder and more frenzied than the rest. Dante Easton and a girl he had never met before were one small slice of that tableau. She had delicate, clean features. She was nowhere near Edith Yavener's peerless, solitary...