Delilah's POV
Heavy footsteps crossed the kitchen and Dante appeared, moving toward the food laid out on one of the prep stations. Sample dishes for the staff to taste and approve.
"I'm starving. Training always works up an appetite."
The kitchen staff smiled at him, their earlier coldness replaced with warmth. "Help yourself, Dante. We just finished the appetizer samples."
He loaded a plate and examined each option. I started to back toward the door. Maybe I could slip out before...
Dante turned around with the plate in hand and a piece of food halfway to his mouth. His eyes landed on me.
He froze.
For a second nothing happened. Then, deliberately, he lowered the plate and set it back on the counter with a loud clatter that made everyone jump.
"What the f**k?" His voice cut throug
