Dante’s POV

The night has always belonged to men like me.

Darkness is my ally, silence my weapon. And yet, when I stood at the corner of that street, watching Alina with Barry, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years—heat crawling under my skin, boiling so hot it almost burned away my control.

Almost.

I didn’t storm across the street. I didn’t rip him apart in front of her, though every muscle in my body begged me to. No, I waited. I watched. That’s what predators do. And make no mistake—Barry is prey.

He leaned too close, his face tilted toward her like he had the right to breathe...