Dante's POV

I marched out of the room. My head was a flurry of emotions.

I had nearly killed Lorenzo and that stupid assassin had nearly killed me.

The weight in my heart began to increase.

It was my fault. The truth was glaring, and I could no longer avoid it.

It was my fault that Erica's father died. That stupid assassin tried to shoot me and must have misfired and killed Alpha Rowland instead.

It was the only thing that made sense. The matching poison bullets were a big giveaway.

Fuck! How could I be...

"Sir?"

I was yanked out of my thoughts by a soft tiny voice and...