Steadiness in the Storm

Vittoria

I watched Domenico storm off, attempting to set his suit right as if doing so would restore his bruised ego. Fool. The guy had always had a big mouth and no fists, bragging when he needed to keep quiet.

And Dante?

Dante was the kind of fellow who didn't bark—he bit.

I raised an eyebrow and folded my arms, looking at him. "What did he say this time?"

He didn't answer, but the icy glint in