CINNAMON:
He walked toward us from the entrance we had just come through, a briefcase in one hand and that familiar cocky smile spread across his face, as if he had been invited and had every right to be here.
A chill ran through me. Nothing good ever came from Marcus's presence. He was a walking disaster. But I wouldn’t let him spoil this night not the one Dante had planned with such care.
When Marcus reached our table, we both sat there, frozen in disbelief. He set his briefcase down, letting it fall with a thud. He placed both palms flat on the white tablecloth, leaning forward and invading our space with an audacity only the most insufferable people possess.
Dante's grip tightened around my hand.
Marcus's grin widened. "Hello, brother. Hello, ex-fiancée." His gaze locked onto mine
