Chapter 52 Worse

• Luna’s POV
• The elevator doors slide open, and Dante steps out with that confident stride, but I stay rooted to the spot, my arms crossed defiantly. I don’t care if I look like a stubborn brat. I am not moving. The thought of walking out there, accepting any part of this twisted reality, makes my stomach twist. It feels like giving in—like agreeing that everything I’ve seen is normal, when it’s anything but.
• Dante turns to face me, eyebrow raised, the patience in his expression thinning, but I just stare right back. He sighs, long and heavy, before stepping back into the elevator. His arm wraps around my waist, and before I can react, he lifts me clean off the floor. I thrash, my legs kicking at him wildly, fists flailing like a cat being dunked in water.