( Dante’s POV )
I clenched my jaw, brushing a hand through my hair in frustration as Ethan stood there, grinning like the cocky bastard he always was.
Of all the people to run into—why him?
His presence was loud without him saying a word, and I was already regretting everything about today. I shot a glance at Alina, still recovering from the moment I’d just had her pinned against the wall. And now this jackass had walked in to play knight in shining sarcasm.
Ethan’s eyes gleamed as he strolled up casually, and before I could stop him, he reached for Alina’s hand.
“Don’t mind me,” he said smoothly, taking her fingers and kissing the back of her hand like some damn prince. “Name’s Ethan. Friend of Dante’s... unfortunately.”
Alina blinked in surprise, her cheeks tinged pink. “Hi... I’m
