Part 7
Gabrielle remained calm and collected as she followed the blonde vampire up to Dante's office. If she could pull off her act she'd be home free. Then all she needed to do was kill him.
Kill him, get it over and done with, then she could go home and finally be happy with Tate. She kept reminding herself he was waiting for her.
Through their soulmate connection she could feel his worry and concern for her, which warmed her, putting steel in her back. And there was also something else. Something going on Tate was trying to keep to himself.
Dante's office was typically bad-boy vampire dark. Marble desk, large leather office chair, wooden panelling, a fire burning low in an elaborately carved fireplace.
Gabrielle remembered the first time she had been in here, how fascinated she had been with it. She had loved the whole appealing idea of death and darkness, and Dante was just so *good* at providing it.
But she was *over* him, she reminded herself harshly. She felt nothing for him. Nothing. Not even seeing him standing there, framed by the dark window in all his glory would make her feel any different.
Dante gave her a stunning smile as he moved around to the front of the desk. "I knew you'd come home," he said. She could hear the smugness in his voice. "I knew you couldn't resist me. You just needed some sense knocked into you."
Gabriella didn't say anything. She just glared at him, remembering how much she hated his arrogance. He thought he was god's gist to vampirism.
"I didn't come home because I couldn't resist you," she said, settling for cool bluntness. She slipped her hand inside her leather jacket.
Dante studied her, the smirk on his face faltering slightly. "Oh? Why did you come home, then?"
Gabrielle smiled at him, pulling out her sharp wooden stake. "I came to kill you."
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Gabrielle remained calm and collected as she followed the blonde vampire up to Dante's office. If she could pull off her act she'd be home free. Then all she needed to do was kill him.
Kill him, get it over and done with, then she could go home and finally be happy with Tate. She kept reminding herself he was waiting for her.
Through their soulmate connection she could feel his worry and concern for her, which warmed her, putting steel in her back. And there was also something else. Something going on Tate was trying to keep to himself.
Dante's office was typically bad-boy vampire dark. Marble desk, large leather office chair, wooden panelling, a fire burning low in an elaborately carved fireplace.
Gabrielle remembered the first time she had been in here, how fascinated she had been with it. She had loved the whole appealing idea of death and darkness, and Dante was just so *good* at providing it.
But she was *over* him, she reminded herself harshly. She felt nothing for him. Nothing. Not even seeing him standing there, framed by the dark window in all his glory would make her feel any different.
Dante gave her a stunning smile as he moved around to the front of the desk. "I knew you'd come home," he said. She could hear the smugness in his voice. "I knew you couldn't resist me. You just needed some sense knocked into you."
Gabriella didn't say anything. She just glared at him, remembering how much she hated his arrogance. He thought he was god's gist to vampirism.
"I didn't come home because I couldn't resist you," she said, settling for cool bluntness. She slipped her hand inside her leather jacket.
Dante studied her, the smirk on his face faltering slightly. "Oh? Why did you come home, then?"
Gabrielle smiled at him, pulling out her sharp wooden stake. "I came to kill you."
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