Chapter 42:

Dante’s POV:

“What the hell, Dante?” Kira gasps, her breath ragged as she slumps onto my chest, her fingers digging into my biceps. Her voice is sharp, but there's confusion in it too, and maybe a trace of something else I can't quite place.

And I freeze.

Oh fuck.

Did I just—

“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, going completely still as realization dawns on me.

I just bit her.

Like a goddamn animal.