DANTE’S POV:
My brows wrinkle, the skin between them knitting into a tight, frustrated knot. The bath stops feeling relaxing instantly. I don’t pull her closer this time; instead, I let my hand drop from her chin.
“It’s nothing you should know about, Raven,” I say, my voice dropping low.
She turns fully now, facing me.
“I heard voices, Dante. Clearly. Coming from that part of the house. Female voices.”
A dry, incredulous chuckle breaks from my throat. I lean back against the cool rim of the tub, looking at her as if she’s lost her mind.
“What? Do you think I have a secret wife tucked away over there? Or a harem?”
I wait for the smirk, for the eye roll, for the release of tension that usually follows my sarcasm. It doesn't come. Her face remains stony.
“Oh,” I mutter, the humor vani
