Dante’s jaw clenched as his mind replayed the last few minutes.

Annabelle’s confused expression when he’d asked her that stupid, impulsive question.

The slight downturn of her lips as she tried to make sense of what he’d said.

“Would you ever betray me?”

He swore under his breath, the words tasting bitter even now.

What the hell had he been thinking?

Dante dragged a hand through his dark hair, his fingers tightening as though he could physically pull the frustration out of his skull.

He shouldn’t have asked her that.

It was ridiculous.

She was nothing like Isabella…or at least that’s what he wanted to believe.

But how could he,...