“Why the Hell have you gone that far?” He finally turned to face her. An expressive pinch between his thick brows didn't bode well.
“I just decided to take a walk,” slid off Violette's lips.
“Was it so hard to stay near?”
“I don't have to report to you about my every decision and action.” She pouted.
Dante held his gaze on Violette – she did the same. The darkness of his eyes matched the storm in hers. Her brows pulled even closer to her nose bridge, making him swallow his disaffection.
“It was Nigel. The most nonchalant and sordid asshole you ever can meet,” he sniffed.
“Oh, so you’re not the worst. This took me by surprise,” Violette taunted.
“He has no affection and sympathy. I don't want to see him around you.”
“Not like it depends on me.” She narrowed her eyes.
“I just warned.”
Crossing her arms, she eyed Dante from head to toes. He seemed to have come to his senses since the last time they talked, she actually liked him more when he was injured – he seemed nicer.
“About assholes,” Violette started and pointed her forefinger at his chest, pressing it against his shirt. “Why didn't you tell me my magic can't harm you?”
Finally that dim fire in his eyes danced in another tone, corners of his mouth slightly lifted. “Oh, about that.”
“Yes! About that.” Her finger poked him twice. “Wereyou even about to say it to me?” She frowned.
“Why? You look so funny when you try to threaten me,” his lips swayed as he shrugged before turning around and taking a step ahead.
Violette's mouth fell open, the heat embraced her cheeks. His audacity was unbearable to tolerate.
“You are…”
“Yeah, what?” He faced her again and leaned closer, widely grinning.
“You are an insufferable jerk,” she drawled sizzlingly through her teeth.
“Anything else?”
She frowned, looking away. “Just shut up.”
His eyes flashed, a playful smile exposed his snow-white teeth, and with that his two front fangs, hidden behind the mask.
“Words are not the only things that could shut my mouth. There's plenty of other more effective ways to do so.”
“Oh, right, I know one – stab you with a stake in your heart.” She grumbled, pushing his chest away.
“This will do you no good.” He mockingly shot his gaze to her back as she was walking away.
A dirty look darted at him over the shoulder. She knew that stake would do no harm to him. But she had something better – thanks to Caidas – though it was not the time to talk about it. She actually wondered if she should tell him about it at all.
“What now? Do you have a plan?”
“We'll go to the inn. And will think about what to do next,” he said vaguely, hiding his hands into his pockets.
After some silence Violette decided to speak again, revealing her little research.
“While you were…asleep,” she tried to pick the right word to use. “ I was studying the Hegga's book.”
