Dante’s POV
I watched Kate walk away.
Kate’s spine was steel straight as she navigated the tables toward the exit of the suite. She didn't look back nor did she falter. She carried herself with a dignity that my brother and his wife could never hope to possess in a thousand lifetimes.
I knew why she left. The air in the room had become toxic the moment Damien stepped through the door. I could feel her unease radiating off her like heat waves and I was about to tell her to go breathe for a minute but she beat me to it.
She was smart. She knew when to retreat to regroup.
I reached for my wine glass and took a slow sip, my eyes shifted to Damien. He was watching the door where Kate had disappeared, his expression was a volatile mix of longing and rage that made my fingers itch to wrap ar
