Isadora's pov

I wasn't sane anymore, I was confused, worried, and tense. I wished things would fall in place. What the hell was going on now and why was Matteo kneeling, refusing to get up.

I fisted my hands, pushing Dante as hard as I could. My hands were fists, and I hated the fact that things were getting more, and more complicated.

“What did you do to him huh? What did you do?” I yelled with raised brows, and was even more angry at how everything was turning out. I hated the fact ...