ARIA
The confession hangs between us, raw and honest.
"Dante—"
His phone rings. He glances at it, and his expression hardens. "I have to take this. It's Viktor."
He answers, speaking in clipped tones. I watched his face change, going from concerned to furious.
"When?" A pause. "How did they get past security?" Another pause. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
He hangs up and starts moving, grabbing his jacket, his watch, his phone.
"What happened?"
"Someone broke into your apartment. Last night, while we were at the gala," His voice is tight with controlled rage. "They vandalized everything. Spray-painted threats on the walls. Destroyed your belongings."
My stomach drops. "What kind of threats?"
"The kind that suggests you should have stayed with Marcus. That Ashfords bleed just
