Lia’s pov

I found myself in the middle, cornered between him and the entrance, my heart racing loudly in my ears. Luca was resting in the adjacent room. That was my sole edge. He had not witnessed this before. He had not noticed the man before me, eyes ablaze, body tensed like a hunter poised to attack. I gulped noticeably. "You can't make us stay here." Dante's jaw twitched. "I already exist." A chill ran through me, yet I stood firm. I was compelled to. “Dante, this isn’t correct,” ...