RAVEN:
My body pales out as Dante drives into the compound. I look at Grant, who looks like he has seen a ghost.
“s**t!” he groans. He hands me the keys. “It was nice knowing you. Some other time.”
He attempts to walk away, but Dante’s car comes to a halt, and he pushes the door open. He glares at Grant with a tight jaw and brows knitted.
“Mr. Salvatore,” Grant greets Dante, putting out his hand for a shake.
Dante’s eyes flicker between me and Grant. I shake my head because I can already imagine what he is thinking.
“Why are you in my house?” Dante asks. Grant rubs the back of his neck.
“Being a gentleman, sir,” he adds. “Tamara was drunk, and your niece…”
I shut my eyes immediately, crumpling my fingers into a fist.
“…cannot drive at night. I swear it was nothing again, sir.”
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