~WILLOW~
"Are you not going to move?" Dante asks for the last time.
He would have to forcibly move me if he wanted me to get out of the way. I would never let him walk straight into trouble, not while I was alive.
"We were just talking, and Ares was very respectful—"
I don't get to finish my sentence when Dante grabs me by my waist and throws me over his shoulder.
"Dante!" I gasp. "What are you doing?"
He doesn't answer me as he storms out of the room with me still in his arms.
I could see all the surprised looks as everyone began taking pictures of us. This was sure to make the headlines by the end of the night. At least I was being photographed with Dante and not Ares.
I don't bother trying to get down from him. I liked that he was carrying me.
Did this mean that everyone
