The moment Camille crossed back through the entrance
She knew.
Silence.
Too much silence.
The kind that didn't belong in a place that had just been full of chaos.
Her steps slowed.
Her breath shallow.
This is wrong.
But it was too late to turn back now.
"Dante?" she called, her voice echoing faintly through the corridor.
No answer.
Her heart pounded harder.
She moved forward anyway.
One step.
Then another.
Every instinct screamed at her to stop but something stronger pulled her deeper.
Him.
Dante saw it all.
Every second.
Every step she took walking straight into danger.
His jaw clenched so hard it hurt.
"She came back," Elena said quietly, still staring at the screen.
There was something almost… surprised in her tone.
Dante didn't respond.
He couldn't.
Because something inside him had just snapped.
Not control.
Not focus.
Something deeper.
More dangerous.
"You should call her off," Elena added, glancing at him. "If she keeps going, she walks into"
