Dante's POV
Alora stiffened in my arms, but that was the least of my concerns. I narrowed my eyes toward the direction she had just come from. Her brother? What could he have done or said?
“Alora, is everything okay?” Dang it. I almost kicked myself when the words I just spoke registered in my brain. Why would I ask that when she's clearly not okay?
But my girl seemed to be in the mood to rile me up. She pulled away from me and stood at arm’s length, then nodded. “Yeah. Sure, everything’s good. I just remembered something from a movie that made me cry.”
Bullshit. I knew Luciano must have said something to her, and I was going to find out. “I know you're lying, Alora. Just go to your room. I'll come, and we’ll talk soon.”
“Talk about what? There's nothing to talk about now, excuse me.”
