Leo’s POV
My hand shot out, grabbing Dante by the throat again —but this time, I didn’t squeeze.
I leaned in, my golden eyes burning with a primal, ancient rage.
Does the name Blackwood ring a bell?" I growled, my face mere inches from his. I watched his features quiver, the slight tremor betraying the fear he was too proud to voice.
He didn’t answer. Didn’t even blink.
Rage ignited in my veins. My fist slammed into his face—once, twice, again and again—until the wet crunch of bone and flesh filled the air.
Blood sprayed across my shirt, warm and slick, but I didn’t stop. Not until his head lolled and his breath came in ragged, shuddering gasps.
“Ivy Blackwood,” I murmured, my voice like a death sentence. “The woman you kidnapped weeks ago. The one whose life you almost ruined
