Least of all from you

"Did you think hiding behind Dante would save you, Aria?" Logan's voice was a venomous whisper, laced with malice.

Aria's hands clenched at her sides as she faced him, refusing to show any fear. They stood in the dimly lit parking garage beneath Dante's corporate headquarters, the echo of Logan's taunts reverberating off the concrete walls.

"I don't need saving," she said, her voice cold and unwavering. "Least of all from you."

Logan's smirk deepened, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes—a hint of desperation masked by arrogance. He stepped closer, his imposing figure casting a shadow over her.

"You're still the same little girl who begged for my attention," he sneered. "No matter how much you pretend otherwise."

Aria held her ground, her chin lifting defiantly. "And you're still the same coward who hides behind threats and lies."