Viella POV
Footsteps...
My heart started shaking.. I shoved the box back into the drawer and dove under the desk
Click.
The door opened. I held my breath
A voice called out "Boss, should I go and check on Lady Viella?"
"No need for that. She's right where she needs to be."
Does he know I'm here? Panic crawled up my spine.
"Instead Burn that traitor's body and clean up. I don't like blood in my garden."
"Yes, boss." The men left, the echo of their boots fading.
My pulse hammered. Footsteps drew closer - a little chuckle - and then stopped right in front of the desk.
You're done for real, Viella.
I stayed perfectly still. Not a sound. Not a twitch.
"So... you gonna come out by yourself, or-"
Silence.
Then Dante crouched. The world stopped being an office and became all him. His hand found me, and before I could squeal, he lifted me out and plunked me into his lap on the chair, holding me like I was some sort of plushie.
