Dante’s POVThe house was calm, but it was not peaceful.Dante felt it in his bones. That quiet that sat too heavy, like the air itself was waiting to crack. He sat on the couch with his back straight, one arm resting along the leather armrest, the other loose on his thigh. His eyes stayed on the wide glass windows, even though nothing outside moved.Iris sat across from him, legs tucked beneath her, phone resting on her lap. She looked relaxed at first glance, but Dante knew better. Her shoulders were tense. Her jaw tightened every few seconds. She was listening, not to the room, but to the silence.They had been like this for over an hour.Not talking much. Not touching much. Just existing in the same space, alert.Dante hated waiting.Waiting meant lack of control. Waiting meant someone else was making moves while he stood still. But this was necessary. Some things could not be rushed, no matter how much it pissed him off.Iris finally broke the silence. “You’ve been staring at tha
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