He's Not One Of Your Lapdogs, Dante.

AIDEN'S POV

I blinked my eyes open, a dull, throbbing ache settling over my entire body. 

I wasn't in the cell anymore, thank God, but that wasn't exactly a reprieve. I was lying on a ridiculously uncomfortable cot in a makeshift clinic. 

I knew the drill: patch me up just enough so they could tear me down again. It was a vicious, pointless cycle.

The door creaked open, and in walked Dante. I swear, the sight of him made the adrenaline flare up, overriding the exhaustion. 

He was always so calm, so unnervingly composed. And right behind him was Nico, his son, looking...