Chapter 84

• Dante’s car screeched to a halt in front of the mansion, the tires kicking up gravel as he threw open the door and stepped out. The night air was thick with tension, and his heart raced as he glanced back at Aria, who sat in the passenger seat. She was still clutching his hand tightly, her knuckles pale and her breath quickened, a clear sign of her lingering fear from the attack.
• “Aria,” he said softly, trying to draw her attention. But she seemed lost in her thoughts, her gaze fixed on the darkened mansion ahead. It was as if she hadn’t fully registered that they had arrived safely.
• He gently squeezed her hand, feeling the tremor in her fingers. “We’re home now,” he reassured her, his voice steady and calm. “You’re safe.”