Dante stormed into the grand marble foyer of his estate, his face pale, his eyes wild with exhaustion and disbelief. The heavy oak doors slammed behind him, drawing the attention of everyone inside.
" Mother., Antonia , Lucas ! " he called out
Lucas stood from the couch, concerned.
"Dante? You look like hell."
Dante didn't answer. He kept walking, his footsteps echoed through the mansion like thunder, his coat trailing behind him, his mind still reeling.
"Where's Mother and Antonia?" he demanded, voice tight.
"She's in the tea room," Lucas replied. "What happened?"
But Dante was already gone.
He burst into the tea room where his mother was, the matriarch of the family, sat sipping her afternoon blend with two other noblewomen and Antonia….She looked up, startled.
"Dante! What is the meaning of this?"
"I need to speak with you, both of you " he said, his voice cracking with unspoken rage. "Alone."
