Chapter 90
Behind him, the children started screaming.
Dante tried to stay standing, tried to keep his body between the men and the kids, tried to absorb the blows without going down because the moment he hit the ground, the children would be completely exposed.
But there were four of them and one of him, and they were coordinated, experienced, hitting him with the kind of efficiency that suggested this wasn't their first time delivering a beating.
"Papa!" Rhysand's voice, high and terrified, breaking through the sounds of impact and Dante's grunts of pain. "Papa, stop! Stop hurting him!"
"Dante!" That was Bambi, closer to him, trying to pull on his shirt with small hands that couldn't possibly make a difference. "Mr. Dante, get up!"
He couldn't get up. Couldn't do anything except t
