Bound By Vengeance
Every word, every movement, every glance was designed to ensnare, to test, to claim.
The question wasn’t whether it was dangerous—it was whether I could turn it against him.
I thought of the maid’s warning, of Matteo’s sharp eyes flicking toward me at dinner, of the guards who shifted uneasily every time I dared to speak out of line. Dante had them all bound in loyalty, yes, but men like that were loyal to one thing above all else: survival.
If I could find just one weak link, one man who valued his own skin more than Dante’s wrath, maybe I could slip through the cracks he swore didn’t exist. Maybe.
Bab Populer