Lena’s POV
The car stops.
I know we are home before I even see it. *Home*
I never really believed I would ever consider this place home. It had always felt like a cage but today I’m seeing it through new lenses. Maria walks out the door with a wheelchair in hand. I turn to Dante,
“I can….”
“No.” He says, with a note of finality. Not in the mood to argue. He slides one arm under my knees and the other around my back. He lifts me out like I weigh nothing.
I go stiff instantly, embarrassed, as his driver and guards watch. His mouth inches closer to my ear, low enough that only I hear.
“Stop counting who’s watching.”
My breath catches. How did he read my mind?
He carries me in his arms until we reach Maria at the door. “Maria there will be no need for the chair anymore.” He moves p
