DANTE
Marcus's smoke was working and soon, it would turn to fire.
"I know you're bullshiting," Khloe pushed. "What are you not saying?"
He shrugged, picking at his food. "Some people aren't what they say they are. They're deceitful."
Cinnamon stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. "Marcus, it's time you take your leave."
"But I haven't even gotten to my dessert. Isn't it rude—"
"Leave, Marcus." Her voice dropped into a growl I'd never heard before.
He wiped his mouth with his napkin, taking his time. "Very well."
He stood, leaning in to kiss Cinnamon on the cheek. She shoved him hard. He chuckled then whispered something in her ear that made her face drain of color.
He moved to Khloe next, squeezing her shoulder gently despite the death glare she gave him. Then Mrs.
