Chapter 374 The End Of The Sentence
- Seeing that Natalia still hadn’t looked away, Dante laughed.
- It was a soft, almost affectionate sound—yet disturbingly empty. Half lover’s murmur, half enemy’s mockery.
- “Darling,” he said lightly, “if my hands weren’t cuffed, I’d hold you right now. Calm that little storm in your heart.”