Elaine
"What in God's name was that?" I narrowed my eyes at Dante.
He blinked at me, straightening up on my front porch. "Miss Elaine—"
"Don't Miss Elaine me." I glared, pointing a sharp finger in his face.
His eyes went wide at my furious state.
Yeah, I was furious. About the sight of blood. Even if it wasn't even mine.
Or maybe I was furious about something else altogether, but I didn't want to think about that now. Or the man in my back yard.
"Did I do something, Ma'am?"
"You disappeared on me," I accused. Call me crazy, but I'd started getting a funny feeling whenever Dante wasn't close. Although I wouldn't be telling him that.
"I know you were with Grayson. He was bleeding." I stated. I wouldn't be telling Grayson that either. Because I was not worried about him. Even if
