Capítulo 45: I will win

"You think you've won, don't you?" Logan's voice echoed through the silence of the dimly lit hallway. His figure was outlined by the pale glow of the moon, standing just inside the door of Aria's room. His smirk was a mixture of pride and menace, the kind that could make even the strongest tremble.

Aria stood frozen, a chill creeping down her spine. The weight of his words hung in the air like an oppressive storm cloud, suffocating her. But she didn't flinch. Not this time.

"No," she replied, her voice steady despite the anxiety knotting in her stomach. "But I will."

Logan stepped forward, his eyes narrowing, his body language a clear challenge. The usual smugness in his gaze was gone, replaced by something darker—a hunger, a possessiveness that still made Aria's skin crawl.

"You should be careful, Aria," Logan warned, his tone almost too calm, a deadly calm. "You have no idea what you're playing with now. Dante can't protect you forever. Not from me."