Thalia stared at the man standing right in front of her, watching him seethe with rage as he looked at Dante without even sparing her a glance.
The look he gave Dante was pure anger mixed with confusion, like he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing, and when he spoke his voice came out rough and strained. "When they told me you'd taken the prisoner, I couldn't believe it. I thought they were mistaken, thought maybe, somehow someone was impersonating you." He shook his head slowly. "But here you are. Why? Why would you do this?"
Dante waved his hands in exasperation, and despite the tension Thalia could see the familiar gestures of a man who'd grown up alongside the person he was now betraying. "Of course you'd find me here first. We found this entrance together when we were young, used
