Chapter 30 Thirty

• The moment freezes like a photograph: Dante in the doorway, his face half in shadow; me pressed against the far wall, one hand on my belly, the other gripping the edge of the table.
• Through the windows, I see more shadows moving: men in dark suits emerging from the trees, surrounding the cabin. Like wolves circling prey. No escape. No hope. Just Dante and his men, closing in.
• "You've led me on quite a chase, Ava." Dante steps fully into the cabin, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He looks exactly as I remember: impeccable suit, perfect hair, cold eyes. Like the past days never happened. Like I never ran.