Vinorca Jona POV

“Don’t be like this, Dante. It’s already cold. If nothing else, I’d like to go to my room.”

“So what’s that got to do with me? I fucking enjoy seeing your foul mouth freeze up.” His rage simmered beneath his words, molten lava threatening to erupt.

“Better then—you won’t have to deal with it. So let me go inside.” Though this feeling was… something else.

I knew I was on his nerves now, but hell, I was enjoying it.

“Still not enough reason to let you inside since you ran away yourself.”

Why the fuck does he have to be so snobbish?

Then again, when has he...