Chapter 12 The Devil's Offer

• Luna's pov
• The massive oak doors groaned as they swung open, exposing Dante’s study—a room that resembled a throne room more than an office. Soft lighting created elongated shadows on the gleaming floor, while the aroma of leather and premium whiskey hung heavily around. The walls were adorned with bookshelves, where dark wood and golden accents created an oppressive atmosphere.
• I paused at the entrance, my fists tight at my sides. Dante sat at his large desk, his black suit sharp, with not a single hair of his dark locks out of order. Just his presence was sufficient to give me a chill, but it was his eyes that really disturbed me—serene, assessing, perpetually observing.