As Heira laid out her oils and accessories, the question she had been pushing managed to once again drift to her subconsciousness: Why am I even here? She hadn't asked for this trip to Milan, and Dante certainly hadn’t explained it. He had simply commanded it, on the pretense of keeping her close.Heira suspected it was more than that. It wasn’t just a move to protect his ego, nor was it a simple act of possessiveness.Dante was, above all things, a man of absolute authority. He was a master of control who could get whatever he wanted with a click of two fingers. If he truly wanted her in check, he had a dozen more efficient ways to go on about it.A literal house arrest could have been one, guarded by the quiet men of his security team that hardly smiled.As she reached for a gold capped bottle of cleansing balm, she caught a reflection of Dante in the mirror. His face turned to her. His gaze, heavy, charged with a familiar, magnetic current.She turned around, expecting him to look
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