Terms of Surrender

CASSIA

Dante let out a short, dark huff of a laugh—a sound that was more a growl of approval than a sign of amusement. He closed the remaining distance between us, his presence overwhelming, like the heat coming off a pavement after a storm. He didn't touch me yet, but I could feel the electricity of him humming in the air.

"What's mine," he repeated, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. "It hasn'