Retaliation

Vittoria

Dante hadn't spoken much since the day started. He'd been closed up in meetings with Marcello and Cassian for hours, face tight, voice steady, but I could feel the control under his skin, the anger.

When he finally showed up in our room that afternoon, the tension in his shoulders was all the information I needed.

"He's behind it," Dante said flat out.

I didn't need to ask who. Bastian.

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