POV: Dante
The elevator is slower than usual. Or maybe it's just me.
Aurora is next to me, clutching the Council folder to her chest as if it were a bulletproof vest. Lina accompanies us to the lobby; when the doors open, she stays behind.
"I'm going to pretend I'm a normal office worker again," she says, shrugging. "If anyone ends up in jail, send me a message."
Aurora hugs her tightly.
"Thanks for coming," she murmurs.
"Thanks for not letting them lock you up," Lina replies. "And for making them say your last name with a pained expression on their faces."
She gives me a quick glance.
"Take care of her. And take care of yourself. I don't want to visit anyone in a vampire dungeon."
"I'll try," I reply.
She leaves, disappearing among the suits. Aurora watches her for a second, as if a piece of normality were being torn away.
"Let's go," I say.
