DANTE'S POV.
The sound of her footsteps faded, but the echo of her words lingered. I didn’t move, not even when Scott shifted in front of me.
My jaw locked so tight I felt like it might crack. Every word Aria had thrown at me replayed in my head, and they bothered me more than I wanted to admit.
Scott’s voice broke the air at last. “Dante, what was that about?”
I didn’t turn to him. My eyes stayed on the spot where she had stood, her defiance burning itself into my memory. “Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”
“Dante—”
“I said it was nothing.” My voice came out cold and final, leaving no space for him to argue or to continue pushing.
Scott went quiet, though I could still feel his probing gaze on me. He wanted to push, to ask more, but even he knew where my patience ended.
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