DANTE'S POV
"We found nothing, sir."
Click.
I tossed the phone onto the desk with a low thud. My fingers curled around the edge of the table - the same way my patience was holding onto its last breath.
Two months. Two whole months and still no trace of the rats who tried to take Alina from me.
I have no idea why I am behaving like this but the thought of her being snatched away from me makes my blood boil.
My jaw ticked. I grabbed a glass of wine and made my way to the window. The city stretched out below, glittering like it knew I owned it.
But nothing glowed brighter than her.
Alina.
That soft, untainted thing the world tried to stain.
My grip tightened around the glass, but I didn't break it this time. Control.
Lately, though, I was losing it.
Viella.
What the hell was she doing?
That woman had always been a storm - dramatic, loud, clingy to the point of suffocation. I used to ignore her. Now... she was quiet. Subtle. Too subtle.
