"Are you really going to let them win?" Dante's voice was calm, but the intensity behind it cut through the tension in the room like a blade.
Aria's fingers clenched around the hem of her jacket as she turned to face him. The bruise on her cheek from Logan's earlier assault still throbbed, but it was nothing compared to the anger boiling beneath her skin.
"I don't have a choice," she said through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with frustration. "He's playing a game I can't beat. Not yet."
Dante stepped closer, his towering presence casting a shadow over her. He tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze.
"You don't fight him on his terms," he said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "You fight him on yours."
Aria's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. The unshakable resolve in Dante's eyes was almost enough to make her believe in herself. Almost.
Logan's Reign of Terror
