CHAPTER 12
Dante's POV
My hands turned into fists, anger boiling inside me. How could she? This girl. Jane. She stood there, back straight, chin up defiantly. My wolf was restless, a deep growl rising in my chest, the noise hard to hold back. My eyes felt hot, the golden color shining with barely controlled rage.
“You’re questioning me?” I spoke softly, a scary whisper that had made tough men shake. I moved closer to her, the shiny floor ringing with the sound of my boots. I wanted to loom over her, to scare her into giving in.
But she didn't back down. If anything, her stare grew stronger, her green eyes shining with a passion like mine, but different. Hers was a flame of just anger.
“Yes, I do.” she said firmly. “You fired her for talking too much? How is that fair? She has worked h
