Chapter 20

Dante.

The gentle sound of classical music blazing against my eardrum, filling the stillness that Winter and I had since she sat down. My lovely mate didn’t even look me in the eye anymore as she was busy keeping her head down, which drove me to wonder what kind of view was more interesting than me.

All the food Brandon had explained before was left untouched, and they were probably cold by now. I propped my chin on my palm while my free hand tapped the table, following the beat of the music. And that fortunately caught Winter’s attention.

She looked up, her gaze hooked on my hand for a moment before meeting my eyes.

“Aren’t you going to say anything? I thought you wanted to talk,” she mumbled, a little too low.

“I was waiting for you to scream at me, but you didn’t.”

I wasn’t lying or joking. I had expected her to throw a fist or yell at me for daring to make a mess in her workplace. Not only that, I envisioned her to explode, especially after the incident with Ayla. But she didn’t,