Dante stayed on his knees until Leo called for the cake again.
Then he lunged up.
Two guards caught his arms and forced him back down before he reached Lucian.
"He is mine!" Dante fought their grip, his eyes fixed on the child. "He's my blood. My son. You stole him from me!"
Lucian turned so Leo faced his shoulder and could no longer see the man shouting across the ballroom.
I stopped in front of Dante. The tips of my crimson shoes were inches from his knees.
"You're wrong."
I crouched until we were eye to eye.
"The woman you called your wife died three years ago. So did the child she carried, your heir. You watched the warehouse burn after giving the order that trapped them inside."
Dante stopped pulling against the guards.
I pointed toward Leo, who was peeking over Lucian's sho
