My fingers dig into the phone hard enough to hurt. For a second, I consider hurling it at his perfectly composed face.
Instead, I shove it into Luca’s hand.
Mia lets out a low, impressed whistle. “Growth,” she murmurs. “The old you would've thrown it at his head.”
“The old me didn’t have an entire cartel allegedly watching her i********: stories,” I mutter.
Dante inclines his head slightly as if acknowledging a point scored. “Rest,” he repeats. “We have a great deal to discuss when you’ve slept.”
He leaves without waiting for my reply, Luca at his shoulder, Giovanni gliding silently behind.
The door closes with a soft click.
For a second, I just stand there, breathing hard, staring at the door as if I can control him with my mind alone.
“Sooo,” Mia says behind me. “If this is the c
