Elira's POV

“Managed to win her over again? She's pretty loyal to you after all,” Dante's voice came, sharp and cutting like a knife over steel.

“Tsk tsk,” I clicked my tongue, “how's it? Hiding behind that damn phone. Letting men do the work for you,” my grip on the phone tightened, “do you think you're the kind of man to erase Marco's bloodline.”

“The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.”

“I'm thankful you know that,” my voice hardened as I recalled every moment. Every obstacle Dante put in my way. Every attack that was launched on us. “Why not stop hiding?”

“This isn't hiding. This is called playing...