Vinorca Jona POVI was fuming with anger, but at least things were working. Running hadn’t worked, and I still couldn’t understand what was wrong with my wolves—or why I had two of them. So, I thought maybe talking nonsense would help. And it clearly was. The way Dante stood here, provoked but still not touching me, was entirely because I showed I was in control of the situation—a state of being he absolutely despised. Though, truth be told, I was scared out of my mind. Bleeding, completely naked under his predatory gaze, it was nothing short of terrifying. “What did you just say?” Dante growled, his voice loud enough to pierce my ears and make them feel like they might bleed. “Exactly what you heard, Dante,” Despite my fear, the act of opposing him felt oddly soothing, almost like healing. “You hate repeating things. I don’t mind repeating, though. Still, wouldn’t it drive you mad to hear the same thing said twice?” Dante’s eyes narrowed. “You’re testing me way too mu
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