“Don’t leave me here with her. This isn’t you, Dante. Please.” I tried to reason with him with little hope of success. He lowered me back to the couch and turned to Liana, ignoring me completely. “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. You are not to harm her, you hear me?” Liana rolled those perfect emerald eyes of hers. “I said I’d do what you asked. I don’t give a s**t about her so long as you get her out of the picture.” I detected a faint sneer from Dante. During our conversation weeks ago, I'd suspected that he wasn’t a fan of Liana, and it appeared little had changed. Theirs was an arrangement of convenience. One which hinged on her not harming me. It was a small consolation, but enough to settle my nerves and give me time to escape. My first course of action? Trick Liana into giving m
