Dante’s pov

The whiskey scorched my throat, yet it didn’t help to ease the tension. I gazed at the map of New Crest laid out on my desk, my focus narrowing on the red dot indicating Lia's last known position. She was present. Concealing. Deceiving. Accompanied by my son. A muscle twitched in my jaw as I breathed out quickly, holding on to the edge of the desk. Three damn years. She prevented him from being with me for three years. My hold strengthened. The anger boiling under my skin had ...