The air in the room vibrated with the aftermath of Dante’s words, as though reality itself had stalled. Emilia felt her chest constrict painfully. Why does Dante keep carrying himself like he has some hidden power? His confidence whenever they were in dire situations. She thought about how they would always survive those moments.
Her fingers curled tightly beneath the table, nails biting into her skin.
He’s gone mad.
Yes, Dante had survived prison. Yes, he carried himself like someone who had already stared death in the face and found it unimpressive. But Stephen Keel’s father was not someone you provoked lightly. He was the kind of man who erased people without noise, without evidence, without mercy.
Her gaze slid back to Dante.
He looked relaxed. Almost entertained.
That was what
