Chapter 6

• I had no idea how I ended up here, standing frozen in front of Mr. Dante’s bedroom like a guilty criminal caught red-handed.
• Correction—I wasn’t standing. I was on the floor, thanks to my own dumbass decision to eavesdrop on what sounded like the world’s most intense sex session.
• And now, looming over me like a dark god of doom, was him. Damien Dante. Shirtless. Pissed. And looking like he could kill me with a single glare.