Dante
The office stank of Eva’s perfume. Sweet, cloying, suffocating, like it had seeped into the wood and the walls. I’d thrown the window open, but the scent clung, stubborn as poison. The bourbon in my glass burned down my throat, but it didn’t clear her from me.
Then my phone buzzed.
The photo filled the screen, and my chest locked tight.
Eva, straddling me. Her mouth crashed against mine. My hands clamped on her wrists. Frozen in that single frame, it looked like I was keeping her there, like I wanted her.
Serafina’s words followed.
So this is what you get up to when I’m not around? I can’t do this. I won’t.
The tumbler shattered in my hand, bourbon spilling across the desk. A shard cut deep into my palm, blood mixing with liquor. I didn’t feel it.
I hit call. Straigh
