Chapter 43
Nina’s POV
My heart jolted like a live wire when the bang echoed through the door. The wood rattled in its frame, and I froze mid-step, fingers still hovering over the emerald gown I had tossed aside.
“Don’t you dare waste our time,” a voice growled from the hallway.
Dante.
His words sliced through the air, sharp and impatient. I crept to the door on tiptoe, pressing my eye to the peephole. He was already striding away, broad shoulders cutting a path down the corridor. His black tuxedo hugged his frame perfectly, the fabric gleaming under the chandelier lights like polished obsidian. Sharp lines accentuated his height, the crisp white shirt collar framing his neck. I did not want to admit it, but he looked handsome. Devastatingly so. The kind of handsome that belonged
