Angel’s POV

We sat on Dante’s bed, with him still cradling me in his arms. Despite having just witnessed him order his friends to murder two men in front of me, I oddly still felt safe and comfortable with him. I could also sense that holding me was keeping him from losing his shit.

Kira had withdrawn to the back of my mind since the attack, and I couldn't feel her presence anymore. She was likely as scared and confused as I was. A million thoughts raced through my mind, ...