"Do you think Dante will always be there for you?" Logan's voice slithered through the air like a venomous snake, his eyes burning with malicious intent.
Aria didn't flinch. She stood tall, her posture unwavering as she stared back at him. The shadows of the room felt like they were closing in on her, but she wouldn't let Logan see the fear that was trying to creep into her heart. Not now. Not when she had come so far.
"I don't need him to protect me," she answered, her voice steady despite the deep, gnawing ache in her chest.
Logan stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "You may not need him, but that doesn't mean he won't try to ruin everything for you."
Aria could feel his breath on her skin, like a cold whisper in the dark. She took a step back, but Logan followed, the predatory gleam in his eyes never wavering.
"You think you've gotten away, but I'm not done with you, Aria," he growled, the words dripping with venom. "And neither is Selene."
