Calculated Fury

Vittoria

The car pulled into the estate, the winter air nipping at my cheeks, but the cold didn’t bother me, not now. Not after Zev’s call. My pulse still hammered in my veins, the calm bliss of the drive with Dante replaced by the familiar fire of anticipation and calculated fury.

Dante glanced at me once, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips. “You’re vibrating,” he said, his voice teasing,