"What exactly did my father make you forget?"
I threw the door to Dante's office open without knocking, the document from beneath my floorboard clutched in my fist. He looked up from his desk, and for the first time since I'd met him, I watched something crack across his features that wasn't calculation or control.
It was fear.
I crossed the room and slammed the paper down in front of him. "You knew."
He didn't answer right away, and his silence told me everything his words wouldn't.
He picked up the document slowly, his fingers tightening around the edge as he read the line I'd already memorized. If anything happens to me, Dante must never let Alessia remember.
"What did I forget?" I demanded.
He set the paper down with deliberate care, as though handling it too roughly might shatt
