The Price of Gratitude

The venom in Dante’s words felt like a physical blow. Clara stepped forward, throwing her body between Dante and her brother. She knew Dante’s explosive temper required a gentle defusal, not a head-on collision. The last thing they needed was to be buried under another mountain of debt due to property damage.

"Dante, please. We are truly sorry." She kept her voice steady and soft, ignoring Levi’s