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CHAPTER 71: CHIHUAHUA IN WOLF'S CLOTHING
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2025-06-21 07:31:42DAMON'S POV
Dante's eyes dart around the small study-area section of the library. He’s scanning every corner, every face, searching for someone we both know isn’t there anymore. My lips twitch into a half-smirk as I gently nudge his arm.“Seriously, would you calm down?” I murmur with a low chuckle. He snaps his gaze at me, annoyance flaring, but I just laugh more, shaking my head.It’s exactly the kind of situation Dante loathes, feeling powerless. He’s like a caged tiger; tighten the leash and he snarls. But here, in the library, our adversary is nowhere to be seen. We're left with frustration and unanswered questions.“Holy crap, she’s tiny,” Dante blurts, not bothering to soften his tone when the librarian steps around the counter. “In real life, she’s so small.”The librarian, Eunice, shoots him a death stare. Her lips pull into a tight, unimpressed line. I elbow him, loud enough for nearby readers to give us a sideways glance.<
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