Dante

I stood in my office, staring out the window at the dark grounds of my estate. My heart pounded with a mix of relief and suspicion. Word had just come from the guards that Valeria was back, found in a bag in the main hall, drugged and barely conscious. I’d been searching for her for days, turning the city upside down, and now she was here. Part of me felt a rush, knowing she was under my roof again, safe from whoever might have taken her. But another part, the colder part, didn’t ...