Chapter Eight

Sophie was beginning to grow dizzy from constantly having to watch Dante's anxious pacing movements. He seemed to be every where at once. He had gotten right up to making series of phone calls after he was done setting up their luggage.

Sophie had been eventually pressured to get her things ready and had managed to do so in record time too.

There was no way She could have been able to keep up that lackadaisical air of nonchalance under Dante's watchful eyes and hovering presence.

He had been literally breathing down her neck.

He had such an unwavering tenacity about him that could bend the will of anyone_even someone as stubborn as she was. He could make you squirm with out even saying a word. All he need do was pin you with that intimidating look that spoke volumes all on its own.

Not that Sophie was intimidated.

She just felt... Well, a little bit guilty. For what exactly..? she wasn't sure. It was just something in that look of his. It made you feel things you didn't understand