No One's POV
"I ripped every single page! How come the story kept writing itself?!"
"Look at these pages, they were empty but now it's neatly written by who knows what"
Alina's voice tore sharp and furious.
"Shh. Lower your voice Alina before I cut your tongue."
The man inside the car didn't even turn his head. His tone was cold, detached. "This isn't your backyard-it's Dante's estate. Every corner here has eyes. Watch yourself."
Alina shuddered and instinctively clamped her mouth shut. The reminder chilled her whole body.
"Fine," she muttered, folding her arms tightly across her chest. "I'll visit you soon. We'll talk about this cursed book then. For now, you deal with it."
