Chapter 13 Thirteen
- The sound of Dante's laughter reverberated in the entire courtyard as he clutched to his stomach, a tear slipping from the corner of his eye.
- Marco chucked down the glass of the substance he had in his hand down his throat as his glare intensified.
- “What the fuck is funny?!" He asked through gritted teeth, his accent coming off out of anger. He rarely spoke in that accent, but right now he was pissed.