Dante’s POV

Lucia stood in the center of the room, arms crossed tightly over her chest, fire burning in her eyes. I had expected resistance, but she was far more stubborn than I had anticipated.

“Where are we going?” she demanded, her voice sharp with anger.

I adjusted the cuffs of my suit, not bothering to look at her. “No questions.”

“No questions? After what I’ve heard about the so-called Ball? I’m not going anywhere.”

A sigh left my lips as I pinched the bridge of my ...