Dante’s pov

The tempest raged on outside, yet indoors, a change had occurred. Lia’s fingers remained entwined with Dante's, warm and unwavering. She remained silent initially, just clutching on, as if anticipating whether he would disengage. However, he did not. Instead, he exhaled slowly and faced the window again, observing the rain trickle down the pane. “Luca isn’t going to overlook this.” Lia hummed gently. "He's not." Dante grinned subtly. "Child is headstrong." Lia grinned. ...