Chapter 161

"Dante," I breathed. "It was Dante."

I expected Vance to yell. I expected him to break the mirror or punch the wall.

He did nothing.

He went perfectly, terrifyingly still. The hand on my jaw loosened, sliding down to rest on my collarbone. His thumb traced the bone there, light and absent. Like he was thinking about something else entirely.

"Dante," he repeated.

"He didn't touch me," I rushed out,