Chapter 47: All The Truth I Need

"Men were threatening you?" Dante demands. "Men you know?" His voice is so strained that he hardly even sounds like himself.

I shake my head. "Strangers."

The muscles of his chest are rigid beneath my hands. He doesn't move - doesn't even breathe - for a full minute.

"Why didn't you tell me this?" he demands finally. His eyes bore into me.

"I knew it would upset you."

"Of course it upsets me!"

"Well, it's not like there's anything we can do about it," I say.

"You still should have told me." He releases me and turns away, his hands going to his hair.

"What good has it done, telling you?" I say. "You don't tell me everything, either. We've just started seeing each other again. It's okay to still have some secrets."

He turns back toward me. "And what secrets do you think I'm hiding from you?"

"Not secrets, necessarily," I say. "But you dodge all of my questions about your work." Between the tense phone calls and his odd behavior at the studio, something is definitely going on.