RAVEN’S POV:
My thought is cut short as a familiar warmth blooms at my back. Dante is there, sliding back into my space, which makes my heart stop racing for a second.
He holds two crystal flutes of red wine. He extends one to me, his fingers lingering for a second, his eyes on Yara. He can feel that something is off too.
“Thank you,” I whisper in a small voice.
All I wanted was a calm time away from all the trouble at home, but somehow they seem to come to find me.
Yara’s smile widens, though it doesn't match the look in her eyes.
“Dante,” she coos, her tone dripping with a honeyed sound that makes my skin crawl. “I didn’t know you were handing out drinks now. Is this the new, domestic version of you?”
She places a hand on her chest, her face contorting somewhat in admiration.
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