Dante gripped the phone tightly and hurled it to the floor, where it shattered into countless pieces that scattered across the room.

"What did he say to you?" Dante asked.

He climbed onto the bed, placing one knee on the mattress and gripping Chloe's shoulders. He could feel her body trembling. Chloe looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill over. Panic had taken hold of her. That stranger knew she was Gala, her hidden identity.

"Chloe," Dante called her again,