"Nobody leaves this house."
Dante's voice cut through the estate like a blade, and within minutes, the mansion transformed into something closer to a prison than a home. Guards moved to seal every door. Phones were collected and locked away. Gates that had opened freely for weeks now stood chained, watched by men who no longer trusted anyone crossing their threshold.
I watched Dante shift into someone I hadn't fully witnessed before, the Devil King everyone whispered about with fear, calculating, merciless, entirely absent of the warmth I'd glimpsed just hours earlier when he'd touched the cut near my temple.
"What happens if the traitor is among them?" I asked.
"Then they won't leave alive."
Rafael was the first to protest, his voice sharp with indignation. "You're treating all of us
