Buried Truths

CASSIA

The heavy thud of the door hitting the wall vibrated through the concrete floor, a sound like a gunshot in the sterile silence of the room. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat.

Dante stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the harsh light of the corridor. He looked like a storm incarnate. His chest was heaving, his tailored coat flared out behind him, and his eyes—usually