Elira's POV

Dante. But he was just a man. My jaw clenched, my grip on the phone tightening. “But are you really the one that comes for life?” I smirked, one motive on my mind.

Provoke him.

“You stay in hiding, controlling men. Do you really think that makes you untouchable? Like you have the upper hand?” Silence reigned as I raised a brow.

“You're just like Marco.”

“No,” my lips curved into a cruel smile, “I'm different — better. Do you know why?”

Dante said no word but I knew he wanted to complete it. “He should have put a dagger to your throat when he had the chance....