A shiver runs through me, straight down my spine. My body reacts before my brain can catch up.
Shit.
I swallow. "I didn’t do anything wrong."
"Out." He points to the hallway, his expression bored, like I’m wasting his time.
Fuck. How do I leave without grabbing the damn phone? I need to call Natty. But I also don’t want to test Dante right now. He looks like he’d love an excuse to make an example out of me.
So, I nod, start walking up the stairs, acutely aware of Dante’s heavy presence behind me. I hear him stop by Alessio’s room and push the door open.
This is my chance.
The second he steps inside, I spin around and race downstairs, straight for the balcony. But of course, someone just has to f*****g be there.
Lavina or whatever the hell her name is…is leaning against the railing
