The coldness of death.

ON MY PROFESSOR’S BED.

Chapter 108.

Author’s Pov.

“You want a drink? Or you would pass.” Stefan halted beside Dante who was perching over his burglar, staring at the city in misery.

Dante spared him a glance and he stretched the glass of cup urging him to take it, but Dante stayed still.

“You are not thinking I am going to kill you, are you?”

“You are not to be trusted.”

“Hard guys should not be afraid of death, come on.” he wiggled his eyebrow and Dante snatched the cup from his hand.

“Easy bro. You are going to wash off all the happiness I felt just a minute ago.

He took the cup closer to his mouth and gulped every bit of it, ignoring Stefan’s words.

“Seems like it would not be hard to kill you... But I won't,” he added the last part as Dante spared him a glance.

“I needed this, Dante admitted dropping the glass of cup on the burglar, exhaling slightly.

Silence crept in and they stayed liked that, not saying a word to each other as they say back and said nothing to each ot