"Do you think he knows where we are?" Aria asked, her voice barely a whisper as Dante stood at the window, eyes scanning the darkness outside. The city below buzzed with life, oblivious to the storm brewing in their hearts.
Dante turned to her, a protective fierceness in his gaze. "If he's watching, he'll be waiting for the right moment. But we won't give him that chance."
Aria felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. "You really think we can confront him? After everything?"
"We're stronger together," Dante replied, moving closer, his presence a comforting shield against the unease creeping into her thoughts. "You deserve to reclaim your power, Aria. No more running."
The determination in his voice ignited a fire within her, yet doubt still gnawed at her. "What if it's a trap? What if he's waiting to strike?"
"Then we'll strike first," he said, his voice steady, but the tension in the air was palpable.
