Chapter 2“Did you just say Dante? Dante Hyako?” Aaron asked. He didn’t need to confirm; he’d heard fine. For some reason, though, he needed to say it out loud. “As in Dante’s club? In the Hyako Hotel?”
Dante reached for a cabinet in front of them and removed two glasses. “I told you that I had interests. Ice?”
Aaron shook his head, his mind too busy circling to wonder what the actual hell Dante had meant with the ice question. “So, like, the heir to the Hyako fortune. The owner of the club and the hotel and probably half this block.”
“Not like that. It is, in fact, who I am.” Dante removed four cubes from an etched silver ice bucket, added two to each glass, and splashed an amber liquid over them. He held one out to Aaron, then soundlessly settled back in the seat. “So, Mister…?”
“Fiel
