Dante's POV
I put on my face mask and join Cassidy in the room filled with sleeping gas. She's on the bed, muttering unintelligible things. Her face is wet with tears as she closes her eyes, half-conscious.
I climb on the bed beside her and look at her closely. Her smooth skin tempts me to touch her. I fall in for my impulses and graze my fingers over the exposed part of her skin before kissing her.
She lets out a satisfied hum and turns over in bed. After ensuring she's fast asleep, I tuck her in bed, open the windows to let the gas out and leave the room.
It's been two days since I trapped the photographer. Initially, I thought I'd need to wait for a longer time before he became desperate for his candy, but I was wrong.
Opening the door to the basement, the first thing that hits
