Dante's POV

The atmosphere was dense. Silent. Doubtful. Dante held his gun firm, his heartbeat controlled, yet his hold grew tighter. "At this point… is intriguing." Elena’s voice curled into the space like wisps of smoke, winding around them, seeking out openings. Lia drew Luca nearer. Defense-oriented. Quiet. Stationary. Dante remained steadfast. Didn’t flinch. Did not inhale. After that—it ended. The past had a tendency to persist. However, it no longer possessed them. The sunlight ...