Alora's POV
I sank down to the floor, crying, my head dropping as despair took hold. Who would plant such evidence against me?
I hadn’t even been here for 48 hours, and things like this were already happening to me. Was this how life was going to be from now on? Maybe I should have just refused to stay here and gone out into the dangerous world outside.
But deep down, I knew that wasn’t an option—I had already involved myself too deeply to try backing out now.
“Alora,” Gianni’s soft voice sounded as he approached, his footsteps barely audible. “Are you okay? Oh my God, what did Dante do to you?” He knelt down beside me, his expression one of worry. “I’m going to go find him right now and give him a piece of my mind. He hurt you, didn’t he?”
I wiped my eyes quickly and tried to smile.
