Raven:
I turn on the bed and collide with a solid wall of muscle, forcing my eyes open. A scream rips out of me the moment I see Dante staring at me.
He presses a hand to my lips, and my instincts kick in. I shove at his chest, though he doesn’t move an inch.
“What the f**k!” I yell the second his hand leaves my mouth.
The smirk on his face doesn’t fade. He stands there like this is all normal.
“My mother is joining us for dinner, and you need to be prepared to meet her.”
“Why do I need to prepare to meet her?” I snap, sitting up. He only shrugs, unfazed.
“Because you are my wife now, and she wants to see you.”
My mouth opens to protest, but he cuts me off before the sound escapes.
“I got you a dress,” he says, pointing toward the vanity across from the bed.
A massive bag sits th
