Dante's Pov
We stood at the balcony of the living room, watching Dad spew bullshit like he had the slightest clue what was actually happening. His words were empty and meaningless.
“She will grow to love you.” What a joke. Raven wasn't the type to love—she was the type to hate with every fiber of her being and she was hating us beautifully.
Cassian leaned against the railing, arms crossed, his golden eyes narrowed. "She thinks she can run," he muttered, more to himself than to any of us. "Let her try."
I smirked at his confidence. "Oh, she will. And we’ll be right there waiting for her."
There were so many things Raven did in the space of a few days since she arrived here which no one dared to do. She had entered the Den, she had thrown silver at my face, declared war on us in
