“No one has to die tonight” His voice is calm, dead calm, but the hand gripping my mouth is rough and unforgiving. Black spots cloud my vision as I struggle to draw breath. My heart feels like its going to pound right out of my chest, and my thoughts? They’re balancing on jagged knife’s edge, somewhere between fear and panic.
Dante’s expression is a mask of calm, but I know that look well. A serene surface barely conceals the thunderstorm raging beneath it. Grayson must have a death wish. Dante’s nuance of violence is terrifying when he’s like this.