I could only hope that Dante had stayed at his apartment, properly attached to his ankle monitor, waiting for his men to bring me back safely. But a small voice in my gut told me differently. This was the man who had taken murder charges instead of letting my sister go to prison. He might not have loved me like Cosima, but we had a bond. He had promised to keep me safe. He was the kind of man who would die before breaking his oath. I knew in my bones he would come for me himself.
