No. He wasn’t kidding.
The instant Dante’s voice shifted to that icy cutting tone I realized I was facing trouble. Genuine trouble. The sort that arrived without any alerts or justifications— results.
Therefore I went outside. Began jogging.
The initial lap felt like torture. My lungs seared my legs seemed weighed down with metal and sweat trickled down my back, in sharp stinging streams. Throughout it all... He kept his eyes on me.
He remained close to the yard’s edge, his arms folded in that serene manner he always wore. His face revealed nothing— icy eyes following each motion I made. Assessing. Analyzing. Gathering details he intended to wield against me.
The second lap was worse.
I drove my legs with force sensing heat surge, through my calves and hips. I assured myself I was ca
