Dante’s POV
Jerome?
She must be f*****g kidding.
I almost laughed. Almost.
Instead, I slammed both palms on the dinner table, hard enough to rattle the cutlery and send a wine goblet flying. It shattered against the marble floor, the crimson liquid pooling like blood. Fitting.
Aunt Kira didn’t flinch. She stared at me with that same smug, tight-lipped expression that made my skin crawl.
“You want us to lie,” I said through clenched teeth, voice low, razor sharp. “You want us to pretend Jerome healed us? You want us to erase her—” I pointed directly at Raven without looking away from Kira “—because her blood doesn’t come from your twisted, inbred bloodline?”
Cassian was already half out of his chair, his hand twitching with the urge to throw something—at Kira, at the wall, at the ent
