Chapter 152:

Dante’s POV:

— Hours Earlier —

"Do you really believe this will solve anything?" I said, my voice low and laced with a weariness that went bone-deep. I didn't bother to lift my gaze from the cuffs binding my hands together. The question was rhetorical, an attempt to puncture the balloon of his self-righteous delusion.

I had been seated in a heavy, leather armchair for what felt like an eternity in