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I stare at him, silent and speechless.
This is Antonio’s fight.
He’s the one who brought me here, knowing this man would have a problem with it.
“A few days is all I’m asking,” Antonio says. His tone isn’t demanding, nor is he threatening him. He’s not one of his men.
“No,” the man replies sharply.
“She’s my wife, Dante, which means she’s family.”
Ahh, another clue.
He’s somehow on Antonio’s family tree.
“Wife?” The man runs his hand through his curly brown hair and pulls at it. “What did you do, Antonio?”
“You got married?”
That question doesn’t come from the man.
The feminine voice flows from down the hallway. Dante pulls at his hair again, and a redheaded woman steps to his side. She rests her hand on his chest and releases a long yawn.
Her gaze flashes to me, and she smiles.
“She’s his damn hostage, Eden,” Dante informs her. “AndCristian Marchetti’s daughter.”
“Oh,” she draws out in understanding.
I’m just a giant liability around here, apparently.
“Antonio hasn’t hurt me,” I rush out. “It’s … complicated. We have history.”
This place feels safer than the cabin, and if Amara is here, it definitely is. Antonio wouldn’t hide her just anywhere. Whoever Dante is, Antonio trusts him. And since I don’t recognize him or the woman, they’re more likely not involved in our world.
Dante works his jaw while glaring at Antonio.
She steps forward and holds out her hand toward me. “I’m Eden.”
I swear I hear a breath of relief leave Antonio.
“Gigi.” I shake her hand and smile.
Dante doesn’t introduce himself or shake my hand.
I sure as hell don’t get a smile from him.
“Dante, her life is in danger,” Eden says in sincerity, running her hand over his chest.
“And your life will be more in danger if we’re hiding Cristian’s daughter,” Dante argues.
“One night.” Antonio holds up a finger. “I’ll take her somewhere else tomorrow.”
Dante pushes his rimless glasses up his face. “We’re not risking our lives with her here, Antonio. We’re risking Amara’s.”
“My father would never harm a child,” I input with absolute certainty.
Dante finally takes a good look at me. “Your father isn’t the only one we’re worried about.”
