DANTE

“This isn’t over...”

“Yes. It is.” I lean in close enough that only he can hear. “And if you ever, ever threaten Aria again—if you so much as think her name—I will make prison look like a vacation. I will destroy every aspect of your pathetic existence. I will make you wish you’d never been born. Do you understand me?”

The fear in his eyes tells me he does.

“Get him out of here,” Morrison says, and the officers drag Michael toward the door.

As they passed, ...