Chapter 138

• Dante’s POV
• I shoved him back, his fear a pathetic, sour scent in the air. My gaze darted from his terrified face to Cecille, who was watching us, her hands pressed to her mouth. She was Ava’s girl. Her confidante. Her weakness. And in that instant, a plan clicked into place with cold, perfect precision.
• “You’re right to be scared,” I said, my voice dropping, all previous anger gone, replaced by a chilling calm. “But you are not leaving. Especially not you, Cecille.”