DANTE

Liam’s face fills my computer screen, and he looks about as amused as I expected.

“You got married,” he says flatly.

“Engaged,” I correct. “The wedding is in three weeks.”

“To Aria Sinclair. Marcus Kane’s fiancée. Who you just meet yesterday?

“Last night, technically.” “And she is his former fiancée,” I correct. “She’s mine now.”

“Jesus Christ, Dante.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Even for you, this is insane. What the fuck are you ...