It wasn’t creepy, but more so like he was trying to figure me out.
“You came through. This is excellent.”
I glanced over at Father as he shut the file.
I bit down on my lip before responding, “Is there anything else you need on him? I’m sure I could find out a bit more if you needed it.”
He shook his head, exhaling as he leaned back in his chair. “No. I do appreciate your willingness to exceed my expectations though, unlike your brothers.”
Dante stepped closer to the desk. “Gabriel, I was curious as to when I would be meeting Viktor and Marco?”
Father looked up at Dante, his face devoid of any emotion. “I plan to secure a meeting between us all this evening. First, Everleigh-” He looked back over to me, “needs to finish her math assignment.”
I took that as it was my time to leave. “Yes, father. I’ll do that now.”
I leaned forward to bow to him before turning to walk towards the door. I opened it and stepped out, turning around to close it quietly behind me.
Dante’s eyes caught mine. Lingering yet again as I shut the door between us.
The memory ends,and I’m back in thewarehouse.
Dante keeps looking over towards me, almost like he’s contemplating something.
Finnic’s eyes flick back and forth between Dante and I, like he’s trying to fix whatever this is.
They then move back toward me.
Dante stops a few feet away, letting the shadow of his frame stretch toward me.
His eyes scan over me slowly before he speaks, “We’re not done,” He continues, “I need to know something.”
My brow raises, awaiting his question.
“Where did your father go on that jet?”
I hesitate, keeping my expression as neutral as I can. “You’re asking an impossible question. I truly don’t know.”
Dante’s head tilts, eyes narrowing. “You’re lying.”
“And if I am, you still won’t find him.”
Finnic shifts slightly. I know his thoughts are running crazy in his head trying to figure out why I’m taunting Dante.
This whole situation is hilarious. I’m just an actor in my own movie, enjoying the role I’m playing.
Dante plops back down in the chair and leans forward, letting the tension heat in the air. “Do you want to test that theory?”
I lift my chin, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “I don’t think I’ve had a choice since you put me in this room.”
He lets out an eery chuckle. “You’ve actually had it pretty easy.”
I scoff at that, “Easy? You call drowning me easy?”
He maneuvers a bit in his seat. “That’s light work, Princess. It could’ve been much worse for you had we not found what we wanted earlier.”
Finnic stiffens beside him like the information is new to him. I catch it in the way his shoulders lock and the way his gaze snaps to Dante before he can stop himself.
“One of his secondary offices,” Dante goes on. “Just outside the city.”
