DANTE'S POV.
The car hummed quietly at my back, the engine already warmed up and ready. I leaned against the car door, arms folded, eyes fixed on the ground in front of me. Scott stood beside me calmly as we waited. Patience came easier to him than breathing.
But patience was not always my strength. At least not today. Of course, I had patience when I wanted to, but today wasn’t one of those days. My patience was already hanging by a thin thread.
Lucas, the driver, had pulled the car out earlier, like he always did. He was a disciplined guard, well trained, so one would think he’d know better. But he’d excused himself, muttering something about needing to ease himself. That had been minutes ago. Too many minutes. He still wasn’t back.
My jaw ticked as I glanced at my watch again. I mut
