Bella knew she had seconds.
Seconds before Dante lost control.
Seconds before this ended in nothing but blood and ruin.
So she made her choice.
Faster than Gavin could react—
She jerked her head back, slamming it into his nose.
The impact was sharp, brutal.
Gavin stumbled, his grip loosening—
And Bella moved.
She twisted, ripping free from his hold, ignoring the sharp burn of the silver as she drove her elbow into his ribs.
Gavin gasped, staggering back—
And before he could recover—
Dante was on him.