Dante crashed into an armchair, his eyes clouded red. He was grasping a report he had just received. He said, "Isobel, you're not the one who saved me five years ago."

Isobel stiffened, but she kept a gentle smile on her face as she tried to take his arm and say, "Why are you saying this all of a sudden, Dante? Are you tired—"

She hadn't finished speaking before Dante flung her off him and snarled