Beneath the Skin of Silence
"Are you going to kill me, Dante?" "At least look me in the eye when you do it."
The words came out before I could stop them, full of dread and anger. They hovered in the air like smoke.
Dante's hand stopped moving on the door doorknob.
His dark, stormy, familiar gaze greeted me across the room. His jawline jerked sharply, as if my words had impacted him hard.
He walked back into the room slowly and quietly, like a panther in a cage.
"Kill you?" he said again, his voice low and threatening. "You really think I brought you here to do that?"
"I don't know what to think anymore." My voice shattered. "You look at me like I've lost something. But when I look at you, I recall suffering. I recall blood. Yelling. Please. I recall flashes.
He got closer. "What fl
