Chapter 111

Jean

“What?” Dante asks in disbelief, looking at me as if I‘d said something out of character. Maybe I did but it’s for the best. This way he knows exactly what I want to do. The need to be active and involved is strong because the minute I stop moving I’ll start to crumble.

“How are we proceeding with the plan?” I ask, subtler than the last question. “I need to do something, Dante— no you don’t understand!” I add when he tries to reach for me and cut me off. “I need to do something.”

Dante’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion before the realization hits him. Suddenly, he has a hand around my wrist and practically drags me across the kitchen and into the living room.

I don’t even get time to admire the penthouse’s interior because Dante all but pushes me down into the plush black couch. I hit the cushions with a soft plop leaving me to crane my neck all the way back to look up at him.

“What—”

“Sit down,” he says, cutting me off. Though confused and pissed at how he’s manhandling me, I