Dante’s POV
Jerome’s laughter echoed in my skull like a hammer striking a bone. I struggled to steady my breath, tasting blood on my tongue and rage in my veins while he leaned back casually with his arms folded across his chest, like he hadn’t just humiliated me in front of the whole damn school.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, staring him down. “What’s so funny, you freak?”
He smirked lazily, tilting his head like he was amused by a stubborn pet. “You should see your face, Dante. That whole glowing-eye, power-command s**t you tried? It was absolutely pathetic.” He tapped his forehead with a single finger. “Nothing you do will work on me.”
My hands clenched into fists. “You’re talking big for someone about to get his face rearranged.”
He laughed again and the audacity of i
