“Dante is a night owl. I doubt he’s asleep,” I murmured.
Levin sighed. “Think he’ll shoot me?”
“No. Stab you, maybe.” I grinned at him, and he rolled his eyes but kept driving.
We reached Church’s estate, and the guards let us pass without question when they realized it was me.
Levin parked the car in front of the massive mansion and let out a low whistle.
“And I thought our place was huge,” he murmured.
“It’s a kingdom of sin and tears,” I replied softly, opening the door and getting out. Levin followed.
“You don’t have to. You can go?—”
“I’m here for the long haul. If my old man finds out I did this, we’re likely both dead. I’ll just stay so it looks good when I plead my case,” he muttered.
I chuckled. “Klaus won’t be mad at you. I won’t let him be.”
“Where were you fifteen years ago?” He sighed, but continued to follow me to the door.
I pushed the doorbell and waited. I had no idea how Dante would react to me on his step after midnight, but I really hoped he was willing to let me do what I had to do.
I rang the bell again, and a few moments later, the door was opened by one of his guards.
“Miss Bishop.” The man moved aside so I could come in, Levin still following. “Wait in there.” He nodded to a sittingroom near the front door. I wandered in, Levin at my side, and took a seat in a chair I knew cost over thirty thousand dollars because Asylum got into trouble with Dante for jumping on it one time when I was on a video call with him.
“This place is fucking scary,” Levin muttered, looking around.
I followed his gaze. It was a pretty house, but it definitely had a Gothic feel to it. I knew they all helped decorate the place because Dante had been irritated when Asylum tried to make an ice cream room, complete with ice cream-shaped chairs. Dante had vetoed the idea, but I knew Asylum still had the chairs.
“Rosalie.” Dante swept into the room wearing all black, blood on his hands and face.
Levin winced as he took him in.
“Sister, are you well?” Dante immediately reached for me, but I backed away.
“Um, wash your hands.” My stomach twisted, and he looked down at his hands and shook his head.
“I’m sorry. I was working,” he said, his green eyes moving from me to Levin, then back again. “Are you well?”
“I’m fine. I just… um, wanted to talk.”
Dante looked at Levin again. “A king. What a surprise.”
Levin said nothing as he held Dante’s gaze.
“I would like to have a chat with Dominic,” Dante said. “Soon. Would you relay the message to him?”
“Yes,” Levin said stiffly. “I will tell him. Of course, you can tell me what you need, and I can give you the informalfuck youhe’d likely give you.”
Dante chuckled. “Tell him thank you for helping my sister. She would not come stay here, so his stepping in hasn’t gone unnoticed.”
Levin nodded. “I will tell him.”
Dante looked back at me. “What do you want to talk about?”
“I want you to let Cole and Enzo go.”
