DANTE'S POV.
The door clicked shut behind her, and the sound hit me harder than it should have. For a moment the room felt empty and full at the same time—empty of the soft shuffle of her steps, full of the wrong kind of heat left in the air by Marcus’s stare.
“Next time, keep your eyes where they belong.” I kept my hand on the arm of the chair as I spoke, because if I moved too fast there was no telling what might happen. My jaw ached from clenching. I had not meant to shout at her. But Marcus’s eyes on her brought out a different kind of anger.
Marcus tilted his head, the picture of lazy charm. He swirled the drink Aria brought, watched the liquid spin with the same slow amusement he gave everything. “Alpha Dante,” he said, smiling softly, “I must say — I didn’t know you kept such a
