Chapter 66 Sixty-six

• Dante leaned against a car, his piercing gaze locked onto her. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of suspicion.
• Grace’s heart raced, and she stuttered, “Uh, I…. I came to get something.”
• Dante raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Get what? Because I don’t see why you would come to the parking lot to get something. It’s not like you own a car. I have never seen you ride anything. So why are you here?”