Annalissa Hale When I wake up, Dante’s pacing the room with his phone pressed to his ear, and whispering something in a low tone.The morning light spills through the curtains, painting him in soft gold, but there’s nothing soft about his expression. His jaw flexes with every word. His tone is commanding. It’s his pure Don mode.He’s in a loose gray shirt and sweatpants, barefoot, and slightly messy hair. Somehow he still manages to look sinfully good even while radiating quiet fury.I stretch, rub my eyes, and sit up against the headboard, watching him. “Good morning,” He barely glances at me, just gives a small nod before turning away. “I said take the other articles down too,” he says into the phone.I frown. What articles?When the call ends, he lowers the phone slowly. There’s a long, heavy silence before I ask, “What’s wrong?”He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he walks over and holds out his phone.I take it from him. My heart slams hard against my chest. It’s a pho
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