Dante's Pov
I bowed my head, not out of respect but to hide the rage burning in my eyes while I watched my Aunt.
Aunt Kira stood on the dais, as she painted Jerome as some kind of savior and Raven as a potential threat.
What had begun as a celebration had transformed into a nightmare..
I watched Cassian walk away from the crowd and head towards Friessa who stood trembling in confusion and fear. Without hesitation, I followed him. When he reached Friessa, He gripped her arm, perhaps too tightly. "Where is she?" He demanded with a low growl. "Where the hell did Raven go?"
Friessa's eyes widened with fear, her lower lip trembling. "I-I couldn't stop him," she stammered. "Jerome appeared from nowhere like he stepped out of the shadows themselves. He grabbed her and they just... vanished.
