Chapter 22
Dante's distinct low growl echoed through the woods. His eyes were pitch black and glaring directly at Marco who was standing behind me.
I let out a long sigh placing a hand on Dante's cheek to calm him.
His glare towards Marco doesn't waver but he leans into my touch nonetheless.
I manoeuvre around Dante's hold on me and faces Marco forcing yet another smile. "Hey, Marco. I didn't know we were playing Marco Polo."
Marco smirks leaning on a tree. "Obviously."
Still growling, Dante takes my hand and pulls me towards the party but Marco stands in front of us looking apologetic.
"I was actually hoping to talk to you, Avery." He starts looking between Dante and I.
Dante merely lifts an eyebrow a deep growl still emitting from his chest. I gaze up at Dante and knew now was
