Chapter 82 Four: Roman
- "Whoa, easy, Roman!" Dante cried out. That's just her stage name — "
- "Shut up, pussy!" I snarled, strong-arming him out of the way.
- I stepped right up to her, my angel, looking like a prisoner in this den of scum, and stared into those beautiful eyes that had pierced right through me last night on the steps of the museum.