Chapter 12

• *Dante*
• Same way I didn't know how she'd managed to take down that rogue, given how weak she had been.
• I went to my room and freshened up, grabbing a pair of handcuffs from my drawer. Locking my drawers, I marched back to the spitfire's room. She looked surprised to see me, quickly rising to her feet from where she'd been sitting by the foot of the bed. She tried to give off a tough exterior, but the way her irises shook gave away her fear. Her gaze darted to the handcuffs I hadn't bothered to hide.