Chapter 223

The latch clicked.

Such a small, ordinary sound—yet it made my heart jump as though lightning had crawled down my spine.

Oh no, please tell me that isn't who I think it is.

I turned, and there he was.

“Elara…?” Dante’s voice filled the doorway, steady but already threaded with suspicion.

His gaze swept the room—and froze.

"What.." He stiffened.

His eyes darkened, sharp gold catching the lamplight