87| Gift

Angus' POV

Dante didn't even give time to sink in his words. He threw the silver at me, intending to strike my heart, and kill me at once.

Orla took action faster than me and pulled me down with my arm before I could react or take any action. I had no idea she was so strong that she could pull me when I was standing like a statue.

As I and the girls sat down, the silver that Dante had thrown at me to kill me collided with the car in which we were going to sit, and the silver's direction changed to Dante's.

Dante, certain that I would die because his aim was perfect, was laughing like a maniac, unaware that the silver was coming at him in full force. And before he could see or react to it, the silver dug sharply in his heart, halting his laughs that were pricking our ears.

A fountain of blood spurted from his heart, and he collapsed back on the ground with a piercing scream. His eyes widened and he became completely immobile as if he had died.

Sophia and Orla, who were sitting on ei