The pounding on her door wouldn't stop.
"Elena." Dante's voice came through the wood, low and dangerous. "Open the door."
"Go away," Elena said, staring at the ceiling from her bed.
"We need to talk."
"We have nothing to talk about."
"Open. The. Door."
Elena sat up slowly, her jaw clenching. "No."
The silence that followed was worse than the pounding. Then his fist hit the door again, harder this time.
"Elena, I'm not asking…."
"And I'm not listening!" She stood up, walking to the door but keeping it firmly locked. "You want to talk? After you let your girlfriend and her little sidekick tear me apart at dinner? After you sat there like a king watching his subjects fight for scraps?"
"That's not what happened."
"That's exactly what happened!" Elena's voice cracked. "You summoned
