Uriel’s POV
I got to Dante's doorstep, looked around and seeing no one, took down my hood and knocked.
Dante opened on the third rap, a slight crack. His eyes widened when he saw me.
"Holy shit." He yanked me inside and slammed the door shut. "Blade, you're alive. How’s that possible—we thought—”
“That I was dead, yeah,” I completed for him as I headed for the small bar at the corner and poured myself a shot of whiskey.
I downed it in one gulp, letting the burn pass through me, but it didn't burn out the betrayal I had just witnessed. Couldn't burn it out.
I poured another shot and saw Dante watch me with curious eyes.
“Are you okay, Blade? You look like you want to snap someone's head off.”
“That's exactly what I want to do.” My voice came out sharp and steel, my eyes darkened as
