Chap 87

Dante's POV

Repeatedly, I ran my fingers through my hair as my mind darted like a trapped animal in a dozen different directions. I stared at Allison whose face was now as still and as immobile as a statue. She looked at me the way she had done when she first came here- suspiciously and distrustfully.

Her earlier relaxed expression had disappeared the way a fist does when the palm opens. I fought with myself, forcing myself to assume an unreadable expression at least. Allison could not know of the turmoil I was going through inside.

I surveyed the area, staring at Lucius's departing figure. At the moment I wished I was him and did not have to face Allison's fury. I would not mind much if I had the explanations she wanted. But I had nothing at the moment and that pissed me off. To buy time, I jerked my chin in the direction of the house.

"Let us go in," I said quietly.

She bared her teeth and growled. A muscle jumped in her jaw.

"You can say whatever it is you have to say ri