Chapter 36: The Other Fontaines

Awkwardly flapping my arms, I manage to twist around and get my feet under me again. When I turn, there's a man standing on the edge of the pool. A man I recognize.

"You're Dante Fontaine," I say.

He looks exactly like he does in the tabloids - tall, dark, and handsome, with a perfect square jaw and eyes that remind me so much of Orlando's. He's always had a reputation for being serious, even brooding, and at a glance I can tell that the rumors are true. He looks like a man who means business, and he shares something of Orlando's intensity. But while Orlando's fierce nature is born of a deep passion for what he does, Dante strikes me more as a man whose intensity comes from a need to be in control of every situation - or perhaps I'm just projecting my ideas of how an oldest sibling must think and behave. He certainly looks like he's ready to do anything on behalf of his youngest brother.

"You'll leave this property at once," he says, not even bothering to confirm his identity. "Or I