Alora's POV
Dante didn't look okay. Whatever had been said to him on the phone had made him pale before letting out a string of curse words while tugging at his hair. When he and Luca exchanged glances and then stared at me, my heart lurched.
Whatever had happened, it involved me. Cautiously, I asked, "What's going on, Dante? You don't look okay."
He didn't immediately respond but held me by the waist and pulled me towards him. Once I was wrapped in his warmth, he uttered the words that had goosebumps erupting along my skin as a shiver crept down my spine.
"Alora. I want you to be calm, okay? We are going to handle everything, and all will be well."
"What do you mean by that? Why should I be calm? I'm already very calm. Is there a reason for me not to be?" The questions tumbled out of
