Dante’s POV

I take the gun holstered at my side and push it into her hand, enveloping her own with my fingers to guide it to her palm. Her eyes flick about in uncertainty, but she does not push it away. Tonight, she should not. "If someone enters through that door who is not myself, Lia," I warn her in a barely audible voice, "you take shots before inquiring later." She stares at me, breathing irregularly, but she provides a short nod. She holds Luca firmly in her grasp, uttering something ...