Chapter 548

What were the odds of such a coincidence? Andrew had been at the theater today too? Was he following her, keeping tabs on her, or was there another reason? Melina's expression darkened. Whatever the reason, she didn't like it. She walked toward the entrance of Oakread, where Alfred was anxiously waiting for her. For now, she pushed her thoughts about Andrew aside and followed Alfred. They arrived at Dante's place not long after. Alfred practically sprinted to open the car door for her. Melina stepped out, her movements decisive. She didn't need Alfred to guide her; she knew exactly where Dante's room was. She pushed the door open and entered. Dante was lounging in a recliner, a book in his hands. His pale blonde hair and light gray eyes gave him an ethereal appearance, but he looked so frail it seemed like he could fade away at any moment. White bandages wrapped around his wrists, and faint bruises marred his slender neck. He bore the physical marks of a strug