Chapter 483 - Dante

Tiny prickles raced across my arms, and I blew out a heavy breath. I had no idea if this was a side effect of Isach's protection spell or just good old fashioned nerves, but I felt like I was crawling out of my skin.

"It's not too late to change your mind," Jax said. He stood in the hallway, arms crossed, one shoulder pressed against the wall at the end of the hall from where Dante was being held.

"No," I said as firmly as I could manage.

But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't having second thoughts. I wanted to talk to Dante to find out what he knew, but I was about to walk into a room - alone - with the vampire who'd left me for dead and kidnapped my husband. Would I be able to just talk to him? Because right now, everything inside of me wanted to kill him.

"Word of advice," Jax said, straightening. "Just listen to what he has to say. Don't give him any information about anything."

"I won't," I said and cleared my throat.