Dante walked away from her quickly, his cheeks burning like a pan taken out of the oven. It was unfair of her to say things like that. She didn't know the effect they had on him. No one enjoyed looking at him. They were rather disgusted by his appearance.

 

    “Why are you walking so fast? Are you flustered?” Almira asked, lips curling into a smirk. Kitanna nudged her. 

 

    “Since when did you start flirting?” 

Almira was taken aback by the question. She never counted her actions as flirting. The words just seemed right to her and she did enjoy looking at him.

 

Dante walked stiffly, pretending he wasn't listening to...