"Moon damn it, Amara!!!Bloody foolish girl."
Dante cursed under his breath. The words tore…guttural…straight from his chest.
His strides were too fast…like somebody had hit the emergency button.Amara felt the world tilt and spin as the forest blurred past….each jump of his body sent her senses tumbling like she had downed an entire barrel of vodka by chance.
For some strange reason, Amara was starting to experience an abnormal surge in dizziness...and no, it was definitely not motion sickness… She felt like a drunkard.
Her head lolled against Dante's chest. Her nose brushed against the fabric of his shirt.
She inhaled without meaning to. His scent slammed into her senses.
And she giggled.
A soft, tipsy little giggle that startled even herself.
Dante's eyes snapped down, disbelief flashing across his otherwise furious face. "Are you for real? Laughing?Really?"
