Dante

Her slap was still ringing in my ears. My cheek was so hot, not from the sting, but from the impact. No one no had dared touch me before. And she… she was the first.

My blood boiled. My mind was filled with so much anger, that it clouded my vision. And before she could step back again I seized her arm and pulled her towards me. She opened her eyes wide, but I didn’t care. I had already been seized by rage.

“You can do that to me?” I hissed, twisting her up against me.

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