Dante’s POV

Five minutes. Then six. I checked my watch again, running a hand through my hair. Where the hell was she?

With a tight jaw, I set my drink down and pushed off the counter. My eyes scanned the ballroom, the masked guests moving in a blur around me. Lucia was reckless, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew better than to test my limits.

Another glance at my watch. I never should have let her go back for that damn purse. What if she had tried to run? The thought made my grip tighten ...