FRANCESCA's POV
It was getting late and I worried about where the f**k Dante was.
I had decided to stick to the room and not bother going anywhere because I did not want to encounter Cassandra. It was as though my thoughts were heard because suddenly there was a banging on the room door.
“Coming” I screamed, hopping to the door.
Marco burst in, his eyes surveying my undressed state. He had a wild look in his eyes and I was suddenly on guard; I knew that whatever was happening had a lot to do with Dante.
“Get dressed, you are coming with me” He muttered.
“I am going nowhere with you until you tell me what the f**k is going on and you better speak fast” I snapped.
His eyes held an emotion I had never seen there before… fear.
“Where is Dante?” I asked, reaching for the shirt on the be
