Valeria's POV

The silence after Nico left did not last long. For a few seconds I remained seated behind Dante's desk, staring at the dagger resting in front of me while the question he had left behind continued to circle through my mind.

Was I doing this for Dante?

The answer should have been simple. Yes. It should have been easy to accept. Dante was my husband. The man I had promised myself to. The man who had trusted me. The man who was currently somewhere in Aurelio's hands ...