Ivy’s POVMy back hit Julian’s chest. He was solid, unyielding, a wall of muscle behind me. Dante stood in front, closing the distance until the tips of his shoes touched mine."Let me pass, Dante," I said, trying to inject authority into my voice. It came out as a breathless squeak.Dante chuckled, a dark, rumbling sound. He reached out, his rough thumb tracing the line of my jaw. His touch seared my skin. "Let you pass? We just found you. It’s been six years, Ivy. You don't get to just walk away again.""I’m married," I blurted out. It was a desperate shield, a flimsy defense.The temperature in the hallway dropped ten degrees.Silas stepped out of the shadows. He had been watching, silent and lethal. He walked toward us, his movements fluid and terrifying. He stopped inches from me, forcing Dante to step back slightly, but not enough to give me an escape route.Silas looked down at me, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "We know," he said. His voice was calm, which made it scarier. "Gr
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