A stunned silence filled the room.
Rosalind’s breath caught in her throat as she locked eyes with Amilia. Fear flickered in her friend’s gaze, but even bound and gagged, she radiated defiance.
Tristan didn’t so much as blink. His grip on Dante remained firm, but the air around him shifted—a storm brewing, quiet before the destruction.
Dante smirked. "What’s the matter, Bajusz? Didn’t expect a second hostage?"
Rosalind clenched her fists. "Let her go, Dante. She has nothing to do with this."
Dante tilted his head. "Oh, but she does. Your little friend has been quite busy these past few months, hasn’t she? Digging where she shouldn’t, whispering to the wrong people. You think I didn’t notice?"
Amilia's muffled protest was cut off as one of Dante’s men yanked her back, tightening the ro
