The next day crept in faster than usual, Grace stirred and to her surprise, she was wrapped in someone's embrace.

Her first thought was if she unknowingly went with one of those men at the table.

Her heartbeat accelerated in fear as she actually thought maybe she had done it.

She hurriedly pulled away from the figure but also realized it wasn't one of those men as she had thought. It was actually Dante.

Dante's eyes fluttered open, as he jerked up from his sleep, reaching under his pillow as fast as lightning as he pulled out a gun.

"Who's the fool?!" He yelled, aiming aimlessly.

Grace, who hadn't expected...