No One's Pov
"I don't understand," Alina murmured, her voice thick with confusion and the haze of sleep.
"It's okay. You'll understand soon enough,"
Dante replied, his voice smooth and empty. He reached for a small pill sitting on the nightstand and held it out to her.
"First, take your medicine. It will help with the pain."
Alina didn't hesitate. She looked at him with complete trust, taking the pill and swallowing it down. She had no idea what she had just put into her system, but she smiled, feeling cared for.
Dante's eyes remained ice cold, watching the movement of her throat as she swallowed. His fingers twitched.
"I'll have the maids come in to help you freshen up," he said, moving to stand.
Before he could pull away, Alina reached out and caught the fabric of his shirt. She looked up at him piteously, her eyes wide and pleading, silently begging him to stay and help her himself.
