Kataleya’s POV

But I kept walking. Ignored it.

“Kataleya.”

A hand grabbed my shoulder. Yanked me backward.

I spun around.

Gray eyes locked on mine.

And for one horrible second, I was back there. Back to being his girlfriend. Back to thinking I was the only woman in his life.

“Kataleya.” Dante’s voice was sharp. Angry. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

The question snapped me back.

I stood there, shocked. Processing.

Was he seriously asking me this?

“Are you deaf or ...