Headlights swept the gravel drive before Sera heard the engine.
Dante's sleek car came to a hard, shuddering stop at an angle that wasn't parking: it was blocking. It pinned Caius’s vehicle against the archive wall. He was out before the driver's side door finished swinging, and the raw, dangerous look on his face when he spotted Caius standing a mere three feet from her on the porch steps was not surprise. It was the explosive confirmation of a betrayal he'd already smelled on the drive over.
"You're still here," Dante barked at Caius. His voice carried a low, warning rattle that vibrated through the crisp night air. It wasn't a question.
"I am."
"Funny. Last I checked, you'd already made your point and left." Dante's eyes, sharp and predatory, cut sideways to Sera. "I called you four
