EMMALINE
The sound of his voice makes my blood turn to ice.
For a moment, I can’t move. Can’t breathe. The echo of his calm tone drifts through the door like smoke, filling every corner of the room until it feels like I’m choking on it. Lira’s warning still rings in my ears, don’t let him near the baby.
I press a hand to my stomach instinctively, my heart pounding so hard I’m sure he’ll hear it through the door. I force myself to step back, just in time for the handle to turn. The door opens.
Dante steps inside.
His presence fills the room the same way it always does—slowly, completely, like a shadow swallowing the light. He doesn’t rush. He never does. Everything about him is calculated, precise. His dark eyes sweep over me, then the room, lingering just long enough to make my skin c
