I let out a heavy sigh and rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might stay that way. Dante's voice was still echoing in my head like an annoying alarm I couldn’t shut off. “You're not going to the club tonight, end of discussion.” His words had been firm, his tone bossy, and the worst part? I had actually listened.

I didn’t argue, didn’t roll my eyes in front of him, didn’t even mutter something under my breath like I usually would. I just nodded like some obedient little schoolgirl. Ugh. The memory made my skin crawl.

But I didn’t have much of a choice. Ever since my dad...