Dante’s POV

The night was silent, but I knew better. Elena was here. Somewhere. Watching. Waiting. We had chosen the battlefield—a secluded warehouse at the edge of town, abandoned and forgotten, much like the lives she had destroyed. The air was thick with dust and the lingering scent of oil and rust. Shadows stretched long under the dim overhead lights, flickering as if sensing the violence about to unfold. Lia stood a few feet behind me, Luca safely hidden away with Nico in the SUV ...