Dante’s POV
Alright, let’s stop the pretense. That door didn’t just open, it screeched like a dying animal and slammed a flood of torchlight into my cell. I squinted up, blinking like some half-drowned rat yanked from the bottom of a well. No clue how long I’d been down there. Days? Weeks? Time melts in a hole like that. All I saw all day was stone and the smell of mold.
When the guards walked in, rattling chains, for a second I thought Dominic had finally gotten bored with letting me rot. Maybe the rumors had gotten too loud, and now it was time for the grand finale...Dante’s head on a pike.
But nope. Instead, the captain bowed in respect and said. “By order of the council, Beta Dante, you are to be released under guard.”
Just like that.
I glared at him, suspicion twisting in my g
