“At your mother.”
The words struck Aruna like a blade.
She was already moving before Dante finished speaking.
“Take me to her,” she said.
Dante grabbed his jacket, his expression unreadable.
“You stay here,” he replied.
Aruna turned sharply.
“No,” she said. “I’m done being protected from the truth.”
Dante looked at her.
For a brief moment, something raw crossed his eyes.
Then he nodded.
“Then stay close,” he said. “And do exactly what I tell you.”
The car sped through the city like a bullet.
Aruna’s hands trembled in her lap.
Her mother.
Alive only to be hunted again.
“This is my fault,” Aruna whispered.
Dante glanced at her.
“No,” he said firmly. “This is Adrian declaring war.”
She clenched her jaw.
“What does he want?” she asked.
Dante’s voice was cold.
“He wants to
