As if I, from the very beginning, wasn't worth explaining myself to.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.
Then the call ended.
Dante's face darkened.
He shoved the phone back into his pocket, his knuckles tightening slightly.
The air was heavy.
Even his subordinates at the end of the corridor didn't dare look at him.
"Adriana thinks too highly of herself."
"Just because she's pregnant, she thinks she can control me."
"This time, I won't go to her."
"Let her learn her lesson."
Every word was like a knife.
Unfortunately, I had no heart left to be stabbed.
Seraphine looked up at him. A flicker of almost undisguised smugness flashed in her eyes.
But she quickly concealed it, adopting a submissive demeanor.
Her fingers gently rested on his shoulder.
Then, they traced his Adam's apple.
Stopped on his arm.
The movement was too practiced.
As if rehearsed countless times.
“Dante… don’t be angry.”
“It’s all my fault.”
“I shouldn’t have let you come with me.”
Her voice was soft, tinged with just the right amount of guilt.
Dante almost instinctively pulled her into his arms.
“It’s not your fault.”
“She doesn’t deserve it.”
Not deserve it.
I looked at him from the air.
Suddenly, I wanted to laugh.