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“Logan’s got some anger issues,” Dante says, reaching down and offering me a hand to help me up.
I give him a pointed look as I rise to my feet, keeping my back to the wall and letting it help support me since my legs are still shaking a bit. “So you’re telling me water is wet?”
His full lips quirk up. “I guess you could put it that way, yeah. But the thing about you going into his room…”
He gives me a pointed look, but I refuse to take the bait and confess. And I’m damn sure not confessing that I went into what I’m pretty sure is Dante’s room too.
Dante grins in a way that makes it clear he sees right through me even if I don’t admit it, but he doesn’t press me. “I’m just saying, Logan has his reasons for being the way he is, and he has his methods of dealing with his demons. And one of those methods is to be very controlling of his environment.”
“Must be nice,” I mutter, which just makes Dante smile wider.
“It’s necessary,” he says. “Or else…”
“Or else what?”
“Logan just needs things to be a certain way, and it’s important to him that they stay that way. Just something to remember while you’re staying with us.”
As if it’s my choice.
“So you’re basically saying don’t ever touch his shit or he’ll rage out?”
“Yup,” Dante says, brushing some of my hair off my cheek and tucking it behind my ear.
I roll my eyes, wishing I had it in me to pull away from him.
But I don’t. Not right now.
“So this was all because he’s pissed that I moved a few things in his room?”
“I don’t know, did you?” Dante asks, that teasing glint back in his eyes.
“No,” I insist stubbornly. He raises an eyebrow, and I finally break. “Fine. Yes. But I mean, barely. Jesus. I wascareful. I put everything back exactly where it was. How did he know?”
“Because he’s Logan.” Dante chuckles. “And yeah, that’s why. Sounds just like him. It doesn’t take much to set him off.”
He takes a step closer to me and rubs that hair he tucked behind my ear between his fingers, then runs those fingers down my throat, so lightly that I can barely feel his touch.
“This hurt?”
I shrug, swallowing hard. The truth is, my neck feels okay, but the almost tender way Dante is touching me is fucking with my emotions. It doesn’t mean anything, I know it doesn’t, but I can’t stop myself from leaning into him a little. I feel a strange pull toward this man, and I have since our eyes first locked back at Club M.
It’s probably just because he’s the least terrifying of the Reapers, and I need to remember not to fall for it. It would be foolish to believe that Dante is actually a good person just because he’s less overtly frightening than the other two men.
Like he said, they’ve all got violence in their blood.
“You’re strong as hell, I’ll give you that, princess,” Dante murmurs, his fingers still moving lightly over my throat. He tilts my chin up, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. “I’ve seen grown men just about piss themselves when Logan comes after them in one of his moods, but you aren’t one to let your fear get the best of you, are you? You don’t just accept defeat, ever. You fight back, no matter what. I’ve gotta tell you, that’s hot as hell.”
There’s a quiet awe in his tone, and even though he’s not gripping my neck in an unbreakable hold the same way Logan did, my pulse quickens again, my breath catching in my throat. His thumb tugs at my lip slightly, his gaze dropping down to watch the way my jaw falls open a little. One corner of his mouth curves upward in a small, crooked smile, his head dropping toward mine.
“You want to explain what the fuck is going on here?”
The deep voice from behind Dante makes me jump, and Dante drops his hand, his head snapping back up.
Both of us turn toward the door as Maddoc strides into the room.
14
RILEY
