Eighty Four

Dante

I watch her pretend to sleep next to me on the plane. Does she think I won't notice the pulse racing at the base of her throat? Clearly she is awake, but I let her have this. She is pissed enough. It won't take a lot of time to win her over once again.

But I will. What she and I have together is too strong, too wild to deny.

Has Marco hurt her? I had no idea how she'd suffered at my enemy's hands, except for the photo of her on her knees, a goddamn gun in her mouth. Marco will pay for that a thousand-fold before I am done with him. Is there anything else? I need to find out what happened during her captivity—not only to exact retribution on Marco, but to offer her support and comfort.

I examine her as best I can, but see no bruises or cuts. No welts or broken bones. Perhaps the damage is where I cannot see. My blood runs cold at the thought. Has Marco raped her?