Chapter 46

*Isabel* It was at that moment I realized the truth; Dante hated me. My entire existence, the fact that I was his mate, my stubbornness. He let me see how much he loathed it all. A sharp stab of pain rippled through me, my chest tightening. This wasn't just about my snooping. Something had gotten him worked up even before he'd stepped into the room. Where had he been? My neck began aching from how much I was leaning away from him. My chest loosened when he moved away from me, holding my gaze firmly and walking backwards until he was leaning against the wall. He'd put several feet between us, but it still felt as though he was standing right in front of me.