The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.

as if my permission mattered more than the armed men waiting for him.
I gripped the edge of the bed.
Blood seeped through the gauze on my wrist where the needle had torn free.
Victor’s gaze dropped to it.
He appeared almost amused.

Dante saw.
He crossed the room so quickly that the guards barely moved before his fist drove Victor against the wall.
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