“Tory?” a familiar voice made me focus my attention on the man standing before me and I blinked as I took in Dante Oscura, his clothes torn and stained from battle, though he seemed unscathed beyond that, already healed of any wounds he’d gained. “Your people are waiting for your orders,” he said softly but firmly, like he was trying to remind me of what was expected of me.
Aww bless him
