Dante

I pinned Valeria against the shed wall, my hands were tight on her wrist,and my body was pressed close, my breath heavy with rage and desire. Her shouting about the old worker, calling me cruel, had caught me off guard. I was impressed at the fact that she was brave enough to challenge me, with her eyes blazing, her voice loud and unafraid.

Most people would shrink under my glare, but she stood tall, yelling in my face, and it stirred something in me. I wasn’t scared—her fire ...