Gia’s POV
The doors swung open and we stepped into a massive room that looked like it belonged in some underground mercenary headquarters. The walls were dark, filled with weapons lined up like trophies, knives, things I didn’t even have names for. It was all one big dangerous world that sent chills down my spine.
Every man inside stiffened the moment Dante walked in. He didn’t need to speak. They moved like they’d been trained to snap to attention at the sound of his boots.
And me? I walked in like I didn’t care, making it clear I'd been dragged here, ripped from the only life I had left.
Though it wouldn't make much of a difference, because these men were all a bunch of heartless humans.
Dante stopped in front of them.
“This,” he said, nodding toward me without even looking, “is Gi
