"You think you've won?" Logan's voice cut through the tense silence, sharp and mocking.
Aria stiffened but didn't turn around. The familiar venom in his words felt like ice slithering through her veins, but she refused to show weakness. Not now, not when she was so close to having the power to turn the tables on him.
"Get out, Logan," she said, her voice calm but laced with an edge of defiance.
Logan's laughter echoed in the hallway, hollow and cruel. "You think you can escape me, Aria? You were never meant for greatness. You're nothing without me."
Before Aria could respond, the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps interrupted. Dante entered the room, his presence like a storm cloud gathering above them. His dark gaze flicked to Logan, and for a moment, Aria felt the tension between them crackle with raw power.
"Leave. Now," Dante's voice was soft, but it held a chilling finality.
