"Sebastian... Knight?" Dante repeated the name, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that shook the windowpanes.
The air in the study grew heavy, charged with the scent of ozone and ancient rage. Dante’s eyes were no longer human; they were glowing violet slits.
"That bastard again?"
He turned abruptly, heading for the door with a speed that blurred the edges of his silhouette.
"Wait!" I shouted, jumping up. "Where are you going?"
"Silver Moon," Dante snarled without looking back. "I am going to rip his head off. Tonight."
"Dante! You can't!" I cried, running to intercept him.
"You cannot kill him tonight," Liam’s voice cut through the chaos, cold and absolute. "Not unless you want Mila to die with him."
Dante froze, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He turned slowly, his lethal ga
