111. Black

Tanya's POV

The clanging of the mahogany door on the wall made us wake from our slumber with a start. Footsteps ensured and I groaned as bright light flooded the room.

"What's going on?" I inquired in a hoarse voice as Dante grunted on my right while we struggled to sit up on the bed, my lids unraveling slowly as I strived to get accustomed to the brightness.

"What the fuck Dalia?" Dante growled out the question as his vision clashed with his twin sister. I was yet to see her, rather her scent was unmistakable.

"Damien has escaped," she announced inciting whatever sleep left in my system to disappear as my eyes flashed open in an instant.

"What?" Dante interrogated throwing his feet off the the bed to reveal his form covered by only blue boxer briefs.