"You think hiding behind him will keep you safe?" Logan's voice was a low snarl, filled with venom, as his shadow loomed over the dimly lit hallway.
Aria didn't flinch. She stepped closer, her chin held high, and her eyes burned with an icy determination that sent chills through Logan. "I'm not hiding," she said, her voice steady, unwavering. "But you should be. Dante's not the one you should fear. I am."
Logan's lips curled into a smirk, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. He reached out, grabbing Aria's arm with a grip tight enough to bruise. She winced but refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her pain.
"You've grown bold, little wolf," Logan hissed, his breath hot against her ear. "But don't forget who you're dealing with. You're nothing without me."
Before Aria could respond, the air shifted, heavy and electric. A growl, low and menacing, echoed through the corridor, freezing Logan in place.
"Let her go."
