Vale watched him leave and said softly “it seems you have found a clan all your own dear brother”

Dante was by the window, leaning against the cold glass as he was breathing hard trying to calm down. His hands shook in fists. His eyes closed as he fought his breathing. 

Luke smiled weakly and said “thank you…” 

Ana stirred a bit and opened her eyes. “Damien…Dante…” she tried to sit up, shaking.