Chapter 63

Clara

“Let us go,” I said, my voice cold, steady, “Or I pull the trigger.”

The rustle of cloth informed me that Dante’s bodyguards had reached for their weapons, but I didn’t budge.

I was done being their fucking pawn. “Don’t even think about it. I’m not afraid to shoot.”

Dante raised a hand, signaling them to stop. His dark eyes bore into mine, his jaw tight. And still, he found the words to taun