I barely register anything around me, but as we move past the table, Lavina’s gaze locks onto mine. Her expression is hard, jaw clenched so tight I swear she might snap a tooth.
Dante strides down the hall, deeper into the building, until we reach a locked door. Marco steps forward and unlocks it.
Dante walks inside, placing me down on my feet before looking at me.
The room is f*****g luxurious, but I don’t even get a chance to admire it before Dante shoves a gun into my hand.
“Take this.”
I grip it, confusion flooding my head.
“What the hell…?”
Dante’s expression is cold. “We’re under attack.”
My blood runs cold. What? I strain my ears, but I don’t hear a damn thing.
“Stay here with her,” Dante orders Marco. “Don’t let anyone inside.”
“Yes, sir.”
I grab Dante’s wrist as he tur
