OLEANDER
All thoughts of going hiking with Celina—her name, as she had introduced herself—vanished the moment the door opened.
Standing there in a charcoal grey tux was the most devastatingly handsome man I'd ever seen. It should've been illegal for someone like him to exist in plain sight. Just his presence felt like gravity, pulling everything toward him.
I swallowed hard, shifting on the bed as his gaze locked onto mine. A frown creased his face, and something unreadable flickered in his eyes.
"I thought you said you wouldn't be arriving anytime soon," Celina said casually. She looked perfectly at ease around him, like this was normal.
"I changed my mind," he replied, voice low and rough.
"That's not a very Dante Corsetti thing to do."
Dante Corsetti.
The name sent a jolt through me, chilling my spine. I sat up straighter, heart pounding as I kept my eyes on him. There was something off, something dangerous about him. I should know him. I should run.
