Chapter 106 Dante Sees Her Differently

• The mansion was silent, but that silence was far from peaceful. Every shadow seemed to stretch longer than usual, every breath resonated with unexpected weight, and the air itself seemed to vibrate with the tension Zoe emanated. She walked with measured steps, the key still in her hand, and Dante followed at a certain distance. It wasn’t obedience that kept him behind her, but something more primal, more instinctive: caution, the sense that a single moment could unleash the unimaginable.
• He could not fully recognize her. The Zoe he had known—the woman with whom he had shared fears, secrets, and vulnerability—was there in physical form, but the essence she now radiated was different, and he found it impossible to fully interpret. Her eyes were an enigma: they showed no fear, no doubt, no reflection of limited humanity. They were eyes that conveyed absolute power, cold, calculated, focused on every heartbeat and every thought—a power that warned him dangerously, reminding him of Ethan.
• “Zoe,” Dante said, his voice restrained, attempting to impose firmness where only uncertainty existed. “We need to… talk.”