The helicopter’s hum filled the cabin, but Rosalind barely heard it over the racing of her pulse. Dante's smirk remained in place as he swirled the whiskey in his glass, unbothered by the fact that Tristan Bajusz was closing in.
"You’re awfully calm for someone about to be intercepted," she remarked, keeping her voice steady.
Dante chuckled, his gaze flicking to the window, where the sleek jet was gaining on them. "That’s because I know something you don’t, Venom Rose."
Her jaw clenched at the use of her old alias. She wasn’t that woman anymore.
"Tristan won’t stop until he gets me back," she said, testing his reaction.
Dante leaned in, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Of course, he won’t. That’s exactly why I let him follow us."
A chill ran down her sp
