Liana's POV
Dante exhaled slowly through his nose, his jaw twitching just slightly before he spoke. Like he was measuring how much of himself he wanted to show.
“This is one of my safehouses,” he said. “A place built for emergencies. Private. Off-grid. Clean.”
He stepped back just slightly, arms folding over his chest, but his eyes never left me. There was a flicker in them—something dangerous, possessive, quiet—but blazing under the surface.
“I couldn’t take you to an actual hospital,” he added, voice low, deliberate. “I don’t like people I don’t trust touching people I’m responsible for.”
Responsible for.
My chest tugged.
He said it like it was a business matter. Like I was some contract he’d signed off on, someone filed under ‘priority assets. Of course I was a contract’ But his
