Chapter Twenty Five
Nina’s POV
His words hit harder than the slap.
This mansion witnessed no peace till you came in.
For a second I just stare at him, my ears ringing, my face burning, blood still running down my forehead. Then my chest tightens so fast I can’t breathe.
I let out a broken laugh that sounds like a sob.
“Well, it’s not like I want to be here!” I shout.
My voice echoes off the marble and steel. Everyone goes still. The guards. Nana. Even Isabela quiets down, her fake sobs cutting off.
I point at Dante with a bloody hand.
“I didn’t wake up one morning and say, ‘Hey, I want to be kidnapped by three criminals and locked in a glass cage by the sea.’ You think this is my dream life?”
Tears spill over, hot and fast. They mix with the blood on my face and drip down my chin
