Chapter 82

• Upon entering, she was met with an extravagant sight: the restaurant was completely empty, save for the elegant table set for two at the center, adorned with fine china and flickering candles. The crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow that illuminated the lavish decor, but the absence of other patrons only heightened her sense of isolation.
• Dante was already seated at the prime table, his presence commanding and confident. He looked up as she approached, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. “You made it,” he said, his voice smooth yet laced with the authority that reminded her of her captivity.
• “Thank you for having me,” Aria replied, forcing the words through clenched teeth as she took her seat across from him.