Elira's POV

“Have this, you're going to need it,” Aiden threw the picture that took my attention for the whole ride.

A picture.

Of a man identical to my father.

Or perhaps that was my father. I ran my eyes over it, checking every detail and then it clicked. My eyes rested on the eyes. Cruel cold eyes that didn't belong to Marco.

“Dante?”

“Spot on,” Aiden murmured and got out. I pulled the door open as we headed to the room. The room where grandfather was kept. “They would know we are coming here, Aiden. There could be a set up.”

“I have called for backup,” Aiden replied, “we...