Dante raised an eyebrow at Tank's statement.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he studied Ghost in a more detached manner.
When he first arrived, he was too caught up in the blood of his Guardian to really take things into account. Like the fact that his tongue had been cut out in front of Bishop and Bishop hadn't stopped it from happening.
Like the hundreds of tiny cuts appearing on his body with no blade or weapon making them.
Like the fact that he was on the first floor.
The piercing blade of betrayal cut through Dante's heart as he took in a deep breath. Keeping his face impassive, he walked forward, crouching beside the other man. "Where is Hattie, Etienne?" he asked, his voice hardly more than a whisper.
