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Chapter 6: A New Reality

作者: Jayce_A
last update 公開日: 2026-07-16 21:12:40

Dante’s hand never left me as he guided me out of the elevator and toward the black SUV waiting in the bright morning sun, his palm heavy at the base of my neck in a way that wasn’t quite gentle and wasn’t quite cruel, just possessive.

I tried to pull away because the garage felt too quiet and I hated how everyone could see, but his fingers tightened for half a second and he murmured, “Don’t make a scene, little bird. Everyone’s watching.”

Lorenzo opened the back door and the city hit me all a
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