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“Okay?”
Bianca sighs, puffing air through her lips. “Okay, okay. Fine.” She frowns and turns back to Tempest. “Do you want to ride back with me? I mean, not to be weird, but you can totally come hang at my place?—”
“No. Ms. Black and I need to talk.”
Bianca turns to frown at me. “Dante?—”
“I’ll swing by your place as soon as I can wrap up the party,” I murmur softly, hugging her again. “Okay?”
Her lips twist as she nods. “Okay.” She frowns at me. “Be nice to her,” she mutters before turning and hugging Tempest. “Thank you. Seriously.”
“No prob,” Tempest smiles, hugging her back.
After Lorenzo ushers my sister out of the kitchen, leaving Tempest and I alone, the kitchen goes silent. I rake my nails down my jaw, and our eyes lock.
“What,” she mutters testily.
“Do you have any idea who that was that you almost blinded with your cocktail glass?”
She stares at me. “No. I just knew he was some asshole who was trying to put his hands on your sister. Are you seriouslymadat me for stopping him?!”
I roll my eyes. “No, and you know I’m not. I’m honestly thankful you were there.”
“Coulda fooled me,” she mutters.
I glare at her. “What I’mpissedabout is that I never asked for tropical storm Tempest to come smash up my shit!”
She jumps off the counter and marches over to me with a lethal glare on her face. She’s ditched the heels by now, and she’s even shorter than me than she was before.
“That fucker was going tohurt her, Dante. Don’t you dare try and somehow blamemefor him getting past security and being here at this stupid party in the first?—”
“The stupid party we’re only throwing becauseyoufucking waltzed in and signed that fucking?—”
I stop when her eyes glaze over. One of them starts to roll back in her head, and her mouth falls open.
What the fuck.
“Tempest—”
Her face goes chalk white as both eyes roll in different directions. Her legs give out, and I stick out my arms just before she topples to the ground, catching her full weight against my chest.
Fuck me, she’s so light in my arms. Like a barely-there rag doll collapsed against me.
I kneel, lowering her in my arms and hovering over her. Tempest flinches. Her eyes flutter closed, then open, then closed again. Then they open again, with clarity this time. Her brow furrows in confusion, and as our eyes lock, my face leaned down close to hers and my arms wrapped around her small frame, I’m almost compelled to kiss her.
Mercifully, reason takes over. And by that, I mean Tempest flinches again, shoves me away from her, and lurches up.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she blurts, unsteady on her feet as she backs rapidly away from me.
“What the fuck amIdoing? Tempest, you just collapsed. I think you blacked out.”
Her eyes dart around the room, as if slowly refreshing her memory of her surroundings.
“I’m calling a doctor. I think you lost more blood than?—”
“I’m fine.”
I arch a stern brow. “The fuck you are. You just blacked?—”
