Dante

I swirled the bourbon in my glass, the amber liquid catching the dim light of my office. My mind was filled with the thoughts of Valeria’s defiance earlier, shoving Elena to save that old man, Eduardo. Her boldness intrigued me, but it also annoyed me—she dared to challenge me in my own domain.

Elena’s growing possessiveness was worse, grating on my nerves. Her fire used to be wild, intense, matching mine, but now it felt desperate, clingy, and I hated that. I took a sip, the ...