Vinorca Jona POV

"Where have you been?"

"Dante?" I mumbled, feeling a wave of pain as he pinned me against the wall.

"Oh! I'm glad you remember my name, but I asked you something. How about giving me an answer?" He spoke, his breath fanning over my face.

"I was... at the university," I stuttered, uncertain of what he wanted me to say.

"Is that so? Can I trust this?" He questioned me, his hand shifting from my shoulder to my neck, causing me to gasp in fear as he applied pressure.

"Yes," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Vinorca, do you know what I hate most?"

How...