DANTE’S POV

The quietness in the room is overwhelming.

I lean against the window of my office, holding a glass of whiskey that I don't plan to consume. The ice has thawed, just like my patience. The city lights extend in front of me, yet all I can focus on is her.

Lia has left.

Obtained.

And I'm fully aware of who's responsible for it.

An abrupt knock on the door brings me back to reality. Van enters, looking serious. “Boss, we’ve checked every safe house and all the ...