Rory's POV
Dante’s voice carried a dark tension that unsettled me.
“What do you mean,” he asked quietly, his gaze drilling into mine, “when you said other times? What other times, Aurora?”
I felt my throat go dry. The words had slipped from my lips before I had truly thought them through, and now there he was, every inch of him watching, pressing, demanding an answer. His office was far too small to hold both his presence and my composure.
I clasped my hands together in my lap, my fingers worrying at one another, but my eyes never left his. “I meant…” My breath stammered out as though I had to push it through a cage. “I meant like you’re afraid of something you feel… but you feel it anyway.”
Silence followed as Dante’s jaw tightened. He leaned back slightly, though his eyes remained
