After a long night of slipping and out of the delirium of fever, she woke up with the name Cathy in her mouth.

“He was not lying. You are not Cathy.” Dante said after she had grabbed his hands and begged him again to let her go.

She looked warily at him and released his hand like it was a hot iron.

Dante supposed there was no point in telling her that he had been with her throughout the night and could have easily harmed her if that was his intention.

“What did he tell you?” she asked carefully.

“That you stole from your parents. Led your sister astray and...