Dante
The door clicked shut behind us. My feet carried me down the hallway, but my mind was still back in that room—watching him seize violently, watching her bleed for him.
Raven woman was ready to tear the world apart for Xander. I’d never seen anything like it. But this? Witches?
I grabbed Matteo’s arm and yanked him to a stop near the corridor’s archway.
“We are not getting a witch,” I hissed, lowering my voice but not the rage behind it. “You’re not seriously considering that, are you?”
Matteo turned to me, his jaw clenched. “What choice do we have, Dante? He might be dying.”
“We don’t even know what’s wrong with him! Bringing a witch into the palace is suicide.”
He scoffed. “We just stood there, helpless. The healer’s never seen anything like this before. Raven gave him her b
