Alora's POV
"Don't let me stop you. Carry on with your 'training,'" Dante reiterated, laying emphasis on the word training.
Marco and I just stood awkwardly, looking at him, trying to gauge his emotion. The guy's face was set as stone, making it difficult for us to decipher his emotions.
"Marco," he called out in an intimidating tone, sending chills down my spine.
"Yes, Don," Marco answered immediately.
"Get out before I lose it," he growled, his face calm as if the words came from someone else.
My eyes widened. Why was he being so rude?
Marco didn’t hesitate, nor did he glance at me. He just walked up to where he had thrown his shirt, picked it up, and walked out.
When he got to the door where Dante stood, Dante gripped his bicep, pulled him harshly toward him, and whispered somet
