Dante’s POV
I was buried under my usual mountain of reports, but my thoughts kept drifting, mostly to Scarlet and the silence that had settled between us like a fog. It wasn’t just the absence of words; it was the ache of something unresolved. I was trying to shake it off when the phone rang. One glance at the screen, and I instantly straightened in my seat.
Lady Elizabeth.
I picked up immediately. “Lady Elizabeth.”
Her voice came through soft, strained, but still full of grace.
“Dante…”
I hadn’t expected to hear from her today. Before I could ask if something was wrong, she spoke again.
“Can I come see you?” she asked gently.
“No, madam,” I said without hesitation. “I’ll come to you.”
No matter the title I carried, she was one of the very few people I would never keep waiting. Lady Elizabeth wasn’t just Killian’s grandmother, she was family. After I lost my parents, she took me in like her own. I still remembered winter afternoons in her sunroom, sipping on soup when I was sick, end
