Dante's POV
"You can't be serious, Marco."
"Nine minutes," he threatened, looking at his watch casually.
"We can find another way to resolve this. I'll compensate you. I can't—I won't kill my soldier," I told him, walking over to him so he could see the seriousness in my eyes.
Marco looked up at me, a challenging look on his face. He was asking me to dare him. To wait until the time elapsed and then see what would happen.
He was threatening me.
And for what?
"We both know you can walk away from this. You don't need me to kill him for you to get over your captain dying. You just want to use this as a power play, for you to exert your authority and—"
"You're absolutely right," he interrupted my big speech, standing up so we were face to face, a few meters apart. "I can walk away from
