Chapter 15

• Clara’s heart was a snitch. It pounded hard against Dante’s hand, fast and wild, spilling all her secrets even though she didn’t want it to. His fingers were still wrapped around her throat—not tight, just steady—and she could feel her pulse jumping under his thumb. She hated it—hated how he could do this to her. She despised him—his cocky attitude, the way he tried to control everything, the way he acted like he owned the world. But her body wouldn’t listen to her head. It kept reacting, sending heat through her when it should’ve been ice.
• Dante smirked, his hazel eyes locked on hers, watching her like he could see every thought she was trying to hide. “Interesting,” he said, his voice low and soft, his thumb pressing just a little where her pulse was going crazy.
• Clara swallowed hard, her throat dry as dirt. She had to pull herself together—had to stop this mess inside her. “Let me go,” she said, her voice sharp, trying to sound tough even though her heart wouldn’t slow down.