Her thirst for vengeance
Frowning, I slipped out of bed and wrapped a robe around myself before stepping outside.
Where had he gone?
Before I could search far, I saw George was standing just down the hallway. He looked up, noticing me immediately. “Morning, Luna,” he greeted me with a polite nod.
“Hi George, have you seen Dante today?” I asked, confused by his absence.
George nodded “Yes, he was summoned by his mother early this morning— at around five a.m.,” George replied. “He didn’t want to wake you, so he asked me to tell you when you woke up.”