DANTE's POV
There was no way in hell, I thought as I escaped the room and headed to the den.
I needed to get the f**k away from her so I could properly organize the range of emotions I was feeling at the moment.
This was some sort of wicked and elaborate ploy to make me feel bad… to scatter my mind and maybe ease up in my treatment of her.
But why would she tell a lie? There is no need to, my mind countered.
My mind drifted to the night we met in the bar and the way she had acted. She had not seemed like someone who did not know what the f**k she was doing.
A virgin? I scoffed, downing the glass of wine I had poured out to clear my head.
She had to be confused, maybe due to the kicks she had gotten from Cassandra. I filed the notion at the back of my mind to speak to her when I was
