The fork was still in her hand. She drove it upward with all her strength, aiming for his face.
The tines caught him across the cheek, tearing through skin. Blood welled immediately, three perfect lines of crimson tracking down his pale face.
Dante's hand shot out lightning-fast, catching her wrist in a crushing grip before she could pull back. He jerked her arm down, slamming it against the table hard enough that the fork clattered from her fingers. His other hand went to his bleeding cheek, coming away red.
"You—" His voice was a low snarl. He stared at his blood-stained fingers for a moment, then at her, his white eyes blazing with fury.
The warehouse went deathly silent.
His grip on her wrist tightened until she gasped in pain. "Atlas," Dante said quietly, his voice deadly calm de
