Lia’s pov

The ground shifted underneath me, my legs on the verge of collapsing. No, this couldn’t possibly be occurring. I had devoted years to thinking they were lost. That they were merely a specter from my history. The man before me grinned like a demon relishing the havoc he had caused. “Lia.” Dante’s tone was piercing, insistent. “Who on earth is he referring to?” I was unable to talk. I was struggling to breathe. A shot rang out from outside, accompanied by voices raised ...