"The plan,” Dimitri said, finally letting his gaze slide away from Lorenzo, “is that the both of us keep you safe.” His voice was flat, casual, as if he were stating the weather.
Lorenzo froze mid-bite. His spoon hovered above the plate, fingers tightening around it like it might explode.
“You what?” he snapped, voice low and dangerous. “You think I can’t keep my own wife safe?”
Dimitri finally looked at him, calm and unflinching. “Considering I managed to take her from you without breaking a sweat… yes. I think you can’t.”
The room went still.
Lorenzo’s jaw locked so tightly it looked painful. His hands curled against the edge of the table, knuckles whitening, and for a brief moment Adrienne genuinely thought he might flip the entire thing just to see how far Dimitri would fly.
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