ALERA

Dante cocks his head to the side, just… looking at me. He doesn’t say anything. Instead he just watches. His arms are on the armrest of the black leather chair like he’s on a throne, and I’m the entertainment. His gaze doesn’t blink. Neither do his eyes twitch. They just keep me captive on this chair, and suddenly, I feel so small and insignificant.

I look away when he finally breaks his gaze.

My heart pounds insanely as I try to quietly catch my ...