Chapter 22

• Mena
• "Whatever suits you," I replied, chuckling. I had been observing his personality from the second we had met, and it was mostly because he was interesting. He was mischievous, loud, stubborn, yet kind—and somewhere in between respectful and disrespectful.
• Dante piled some food onto his plate, not noticing I was staring at him. Then he snapped his finger, and raised his glass, making a maid rush over to fill his glass with some orange juice.