“Let go,” I tell Dante out of frustration but it was a mistake. Barely a step forward and I’m already falling on my ass. I howl in pain.   “Dammit!” cursing at the pain, I clutch at my wound as if physically holding it could somehow subside the pain.   Dante is at my side in a flash, “Are you okay?” he asks but I don’t have any words for him.   In the next moment, he has one arm wrapped around my waist with the other under my legs, bringing me up and carrying me down the stairs.   There wasn’t even time to react! He lifted me and carried me out of the room like i

Did I just do that? But within a split second, he’s jumped back up immediately.   If not for Luca’s hollering in the background, I would have brushed it off as my imagination.   “Did you see what I did?” Dante asks me, not even having broken a sweat since we started hours ago. “Fall on your upper back, chin down to avoid hitting your head.” His hand snaked around me to touch the exact place where I should aim my fall.   I nod absentmindedly. To be honest, I couldn’t see what he did properly, and now he’s too close to me. His masculine scent is too overpowering that I can’t focus on what he’s saying.   “…ember, the longer you’re on the ground, the less likely you can escape, let alone win.” He finishes and I mentally

I can’t help but moan in pain as I carefully lie on my back.   Training had been rough today. After learning to fall properly, Dante’s finally letting me spar a bit with Adeline, but it only meant more falling.   As careful as I can manage, I relax into the bed bringing my mother’s journal up to read it.   Reading the journal has brought me comfort for the past couple of days. Once I had enough courage to open it, my mother’s words wrapped around me like a warm embrace. It’s like she’s beside me again.   The first entry I read is much like the other entries. I could almost imagine her as she gushed about her travels. How beautiful the London countryside is. How she would love to take me and Bianca there on our next

“Hang tight this is going to be a rough ride.”   As if he needed to tell me what to do. I grab onto his waist as the bike’s tires burn through the asphalt.   There’re so many questions swimming in my head, but the most pressing one is why are these people shooting at us?   “Fuck!” Dante curses as one bullet whips past us, too close for comfort. Dante swerves hard just as another motorcycle whips past, the driver holding a gun trained on us.   I feel Dante’s muscles tense against my body as he makes a sharp turn, taking us to a busier street using the traffic as cover.   For a few seconds I can breathe easier, the gunshots seized and we’re given a moment’s r

“All done?”   It’s Dante, leaning against his black as midnight Mustang GT. Under the sun the car glistens like a newly polished leather shoe.   “I’m guessing you’ve come to pick me up?”   He only nods for me to get in the car. “Killian and the others will follow.”   I didn’t think I’d ever get used to having three bodyguards follow me closely but Killian and the others are extremely good at making their presence as non-threatening as possible.  It sometimes feels like I’m just hanging out with friends.   “What did you find in the vault?”   Right.