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I sigh as I raise my eyes to him. “Lovely to see you again too, Alistair,” I say, with all the sincerity of a rich celebrity talking about ending poverty.
“Go fuck yourself, Dante,” he throws back.
“Now now now, that’s go fuck yourselfUncleDante these days, isn’t it?”
A vein pops out on Alistair’s forehead. His mouth draws to a vicious line. Miraculously, he holds it together.
“In through the nose, out through the mouth, Alistair,” I croon. “In…and out. In…and out. Serenity now. Serenity?—”
“If your goal in coming here is to get punched in the face, I can do that right now and save us all a lot of time, Dante,” Gabriel growls quietly.
“Nah, his goal in coming here is to fuck young girls who are barely?—”
“ENOUGH.”
My roar silences Alistair and Gabriel without much of a flinch on either of their faces. More importantly, it makes Tempest shudder from head to toe and momentarily wipes that little Wednesday Addams sneer off her face.
For a split second, she actually looks scared.
I smile to myself, enjoying the win of piercing her sarcastic little armor.
“If you’re done insulting me?—”
“I could go all night?—”
She jolts as I march past her grandfather right into her personal space.
“Touch her,” Gabriel growls, “and we’ll have averylarge problem on our hands.”
I shoot him an icy smile. “I’m sure the legal motion will be simplybreathtaking, Gabriel. But I have no intention or indeed the least bit of interest in touching dear sister Hurricane here.”
“It’sTempest,” she hisses.
I relish the tremor she barely chokes back as I turn to level the full weight of my cold blue eyes on her as I loom over her.
“I really don’t care. And let’s be perfectly clear on something, shall we?” I smile darkly at her. “I don’t give one singlefuckif you like me or not. In fact, I hope you don’t, so that you stay away from me with that stabby fucking look on your face. Are we clear?”
Her answer is a silent purse of her lips and a shiver she can’t quite hide.
“Wonderful. Now, two things. One,” I tick it off on my fingers right in front of her face. “I have no interest in doinga thingwith your fucking aunt. I’m thirty-four years old, she’s eighteen, and, spoiler, I guess it turns out I’m attracted towomen, not girls. Two, arranged marriages aren’t about getting laid, they’re for political clout, treaties, or business. That isallthis is,capice?”
“Go fuck?—”
She gasps as I stop my outthrust finger fromjusttouching her lips.
“Resistthe urge to always need to have the last word, little Hurricane. Mouths were built to be shut at times, as strange a concept as that may be to you.”
Tempest looks at me like she wants to drive her knee into my balls.
“Why are you marrying Maeve, Dante,” Gabriel mutters quietly. “You’re obviously not in love with her, since you don’t evenknowher. And your eloquent speech just now on your lack of physical intentions is…whatever. So, why?”
“Reasons.”
He glares at me. “Care to specify?”
“Not especially.”
Charles laughs nervously at the ensuing silence and clasps his hands together. “Just ironing out the wrinkles, I suppose, yes?”
