Dante clenched his jaw. He could not let her go, not again. The last time she slipped out of his hands he regretted it. But he could not tell Laina who she was either. It would only raise even more questions.
"Laina, you have to trust me on this," Dante pleaded with her.
It was not that she did not want to put her faith in him. But his actions were making it extremely difficult for her to do so. Furthermore, a child's life was at stake here. Laina shook her head.
"I want to… but I can't. Not when you're threatening the life of a child."
Colette was still struggling to stay alive. She was reaching out to Laina for help with tears in her eyes. She could not ignore the cries of the child.
"Dante, let her go," Laina pleaded.
"Laina, please you have to trust me on this. She's not what you think she is-"
"Then tell me what she is!"
"I…" Dante bit his lip, "I can't"
