Lia's POV

The chill of the dim room felt as though it was penetrating my bones. My hands were securely tied behind my back, the ropes digging into my flesh, yet I hardly sensed the agony. My thoughts drifted far off—focused on Dante. I was aware he was out there, looking for me, anxious to locate me before Elena or Antonio concluded I was no longer of value. The idea caused bile to surge in my throat. Elena's visage appeared in my thoughts—forever so frigid, so deliberate. And Antonio. ...