Dante’s POV

The night stretched ahead of us, endless and uncertain. I kept my eye on the street in front, where Nico was driving, and ran through every possible situation, every possible threat in my mind. Leaving was right, but that didn't translate to trusting to make it simple. Elena wouldn’t have let this pass. I could feel it—the shadow lurking on the periphery of sight. Lia shifted in closer to me, fingers still laced through mine, holding onto something in a way nothing ever ...