Dante's grip on Mireille's wrist was tight as he led her into the living room.
Apart from the words he had said to her back in the rooftop, he had not said any other thing to her.
His face which had been soft when he was begging her to get down was now very hard.
"Sit" he said to her and made her sit on the sofa.
Dante took in a deep breath before sitting down beside her.
"Do you realise what could have happened? Do you know that you could have tripped and actually fallen down?" He asked, scolding her.
"Do you have to scold me?" Mireille asked softly and he groaned.
"Of course I have to! You were about to commit freaking suicide! What were you thinking about? I.... James has just you, Princess. You are the only one the poor guy has and you were going to get rid of yourself?"
