Dante is here.

Dante, who couldn't be bothered to show up at his own damn party. This is who sneaked up behind me when I thought I'd finally found a moment of privacy. Immediately, rage boils up in me.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" I say, ignoring the jolt of pain in my ankle as I shift my weight. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"I'm sorry," he says, and there's a hint of wicked amusement in his voice. "I didn't mean to startle ...