Dante's POV
Aurora ran out of the apartment, quick enough to stop the first draw of blood. But when her eyes landed on me, she froze. For a brief second, I caught an expected reaction—shock—but it disappeared just as quickly as it came.
“What are you doing here, Dante?”
She was standing in front of me, dressed in a silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh, her hair loose around her shoulders. The soft curls framed her delicate features, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. She looked beautiful, untouched by distress, untouched by the chaos she had left behind.
Saint growled, restless. “Is it just me or she doesn’t look like someone suffering from a broken bond?”.
The thought brought back my rage.
I narrowed my eyes at her,. “I should be asking you, what the hell are you doing here
