ELENA’S POV
Dante didn’t move.
That was how I knew he was furious.
His stillness was a warning……one I’d seen before, when men stopped talking and started disappearing.
“You don’t get to bargain with my son,” Dante said quietly.
Calder sighed, almost bored. “You always make it personal.”
“It is personal.”
Giovanni shifted closer to Dante, his shoulder brushing his. A silent message: Say the word.
Calder noticed. He smiled again, but this time there was tension under it. “You really think you’re walking out of here with everyone breathing?”
The lantern flickered.
The sound of rain changed, it was heavier now, closer, like the night was leaning in to listen.
I felt it then.
That crawling sensation at the base of my spine.
We weren’t alone.
Dante seemed to sense it at the same mo
