Chapter 9. A Failed Getaway

"Goodbye, Nora." I force a smile, hauling my suitcase to the front door. "Darling, there's no use going home. Despite Dante going AWOL, he'll go and get you back the minute he finds out you're gone." Nora hugs me lightly, for formalities. "Your father won't be happy either." "Nora, you were in the kitchen. He didn't bat an eyelid at my reaction. I guess I was right; this is all moving too fast." I notice the Betas approaching us with concern. "Aly, where are you going?" Rob frowns, glancing at Nora for some answers. "Dante won't be happy." "Right now, I couldn't care less what he thinks." I reply firmly, hoisting my bag further up. "Dante has plenty of other distractions to keep him occupied. There's no point of me being here." "I beg to differ. Dante is the last person on this planet who would label you as a distraction. He's gone to a meeting and he won't be happy at you ducking out while he's not here." Marco interjects with a frie