Chapter 16

The neon lights rippled across the glass walls of Duskfall Bar, casting flickers of color over the VIP booth where Dexter sat with a glass of whiskey in hand. The amber liquid caught the light as he swirled it lazily, his gaze dark and unreadable. Regina stormed in wearing four-inch heels, her perfume still clinging fresh to the hem of her silk dress. "Dexter!" she cried, throwing herself into his lap without hesitation. Her fingers lightly tugged at his tie, slowly trailing down his chest. "You finally agreed to see me. Did you miss me?" "Of course," Dexter replied with a smile that never reached his eyes. He let her settle onto his lap, his fingers brushing over her flawless makeup. "Weren't you the one hoping Laura would leave?" Regina's smile froze, her lashes giving the slightest tremble. "Leave? Laura? What do you mean—where did she go?" "That doesn't matter." Dexter leaned in, the scent of whiskey thick on his breath. "What matters is that you owe me an explanation." His