Classira’s POV
The men attacking me came with full force. I could see it in their cold, unrelenting eyes that they already decided I wouldn’t leave that place alive. The first blow came before I could defend myself. The metallic sting of a baton cracked against my arm, and pain shot through me so sharply I thought my bones might split. I tried to run, but another hit caught the back of my head. The world tilted violently, my vision blurring into colors that made no sense.
When I opened my eyes again, everything was white. My head throbbed, and my mouth was dry as paper. It took me a moment to understand I was in a hospital. I turned my head slightly, and that’s when I saw Dante standing by the window, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his expression caught somewhere between anger
