Valeria’

From the second I turned and found him standing there, my breath had caught in my throat. Dante. His hairy arms were crossed across his chest, his pose commanding. And the eyes, those sharp grey eyes peered into me with an icy stare. No emotion, no warmth. Just sharp calculation. I jerked myself up straight, and struggled to compose my body. But inside? My heart slammed against my ribs. Our eyes locked. Neither of us moved. He didn’t speak. Not at first. “What did you mean by ...