Dante
The door shut behind us with a finality that echoed like a gunshot.
I didn’t even realize how hard I’d slammed it until the frame rattled, dust loosening from the top. My chest heaved, rage burning through me hotter than fire in my veins. I paced the room once, twice, then turned on her.
“Do you have any idea what you just did out there?” My voice cracked like a whip. “You stood between me and a traitor. You—” My throat clenched, the words sour on my tongue. “You chose him over your own mate.”
Shirley flinched, but her chin lifted stubbornly. “I didn’t choose him. I stopped you from doing something you’d regret.”
“Regret?” I barked out a bitter laugh, running both hands through my hair before gripping the back of the chair like I’d snap it in half. “He was in my files. My base.
