“You need to watch how you move, Heira.” Dante’s voice sounded from behind. He stood a few feet away, his hand in his pocket while the other hung loosely at his side.
His firm stance gave away his attractiveness. His six foot five appearance complimenting how effortlessly he commands authority. There was no way anyone would object to him.
He held out his hands and waved a finger warningly. His eyes narrowed at her. “I only held back because of my Nana. I wouldn’t next time, so it would be best if you stayed in your lane.”
Heira refused to give him the satisfaction. She didn’t want Dante to think that he still had power over her. He has hurt her too many times, and she wasn’t going to let him see how much his words still affect her. Instead she walked past him, pretending not to hear
