Chapter 221 Dantes, What The Hell Do You Want?

• (Sienna’s POV)
• I practically ran out of that suffocating room as if my life depended on it.
• Talia held me tightly. Her warm body pressed against mine through my torn dress, but it couldn’t chase away the chill that had crept deep into my bones. Behind us, the door slammed shut. A dull thud followed, as though something heavy had struck the wall, then came Garvin’s barely restrained growl of rage.