Chapter 116

Marco leaned back in his leather chair. His eyebrow arched in mock curiosity as he crossed his arms over his chest, giving Dante a look that was equal parts disbelief and amusement.

“I was going to ask why,” he said, his tone laced with sarcasm, “but then I remembered your confession last night. Honestly, I thought you were just drunk out of your mind.” He leaned forward slightly, narrowing his ey