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es and elegant but cold structure. She clutched the handle of her suitcase, hesitant, still wondering if she had made the right choice in agreeing to stay with him f

ity to see Dante again, and she wondered what had become of him. She remembered him as her brother's best friend, protective but a little withdraw

howed off his broad shoulders and athletic figure. His dark eyes scanned her from top to bottom, that pierci

d, his voice deep and s

, then showed

. Thank you fo

h elegant and severe, a sort of heavy calm, as if every object, every piece of furniture in this house had only been pla

ith a curt gesture. We'll discuss the ru

this responsibility so seriously. She had thought he would give her

her suitcase in the corner, trying t

, his eyes fixed on her with an in

ring his absence. That means you are my responsibility. And for t

t need rules imposed on her, especially not at her age. But seeing the det

sighed. So...what

that spoke volumes abo

o way are you going out without telling me where you're g

g a wave of rebelli

fifteen now. I'm an adult, Dante.

clearly amused by he

ility. This is not negotiable, Mireille. If you have a problem w

reet man she had known seemed to have disappeared for good, giving way

fists. And what else? Because I assume

he had been waitin

hout my permission. I don't want strangers

her eyes. I'm not sure my brother

an intensity that almost

ho am responsible for you, Mireille. So w

r. She wasn't a kid anymore, and yet he

ules, what happens? she asked,

d into hers with his dark eyes, and for a moment she felt strangely

ou will suffer the consequences. And believe

s. But nothing. He was serious, almost too serious. A shiver r

ntrol of her emotions

Dante. I gu

swer and finally stepped back,

se rules for a reason, Mireille. This is no

y? She found it hard to believe that these rigid rules w

put my things in my room, she

he was about to go up th

ire

round, a lit

at e

tently, his gaze se

lenge me. I'm not kid

no longer the boy she had once known. Dante had become a man, a man who kn

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ive these three months in the presence of such an authoritarian man. But a small voice inside her couldn't help b

rly decorated, but everything exuded discreet luxury. She approached the window, lost in thou

is feeling she had felt... a combination of tension and attraction, strange and unexpected. She shook her head, re

beat a little harder every time he met her gaze. She sighed, promisi

he bed, her fingers clenching the edge of the