Chapter 38

• "I will do anything," Lena begged, her voice shaking and eyes brimming with fear as she stared at Dante. The room was suffocating, the tension palpable as he smirked at her desperation. "Please spare me this time."
• Dante leaned back in his chair, the leather squeaking as he did so, his eyes never leaving hers. "Anything?" he mused, his tone a blend of amusement and malice that made Aria's skin crawl.
• Aria's thoughts raced, her heart pounding in her chest. She remembered the time she had said those same words to Dante. The memory washed over her like a cold wave, and she felt a knot of dread form in her stomach.