Serafina
The moment the sales assistant turned her back to chatter about veils, I snapped. I grabbed Dante’s wrist, nails digging into his skin, and tugged hard enough that his brows shot up.
“Outside. Now.”
His mouth curved faintly, but he didn’t resist. He let me drag him through the boutique, past racks of gowns and Amelia’s wide-eyed oh my god! echoing behind me, and into a narrow side hallway that smelled faintly of roses and dust.
The air was cooler here, the lighting dimmer, but it didn’t calm me. If anything, the quiet only made my anger louder.
I spun on him, letting the door click shut behind us. “You don’t get to just show up, stand there like a king, and decide which dress I’m going to wear like you’re choosing a gun from your collection.”
He leaned casually against
