Finally, the three of them sat together at the table.
Alina tried to focus on the papers in her hands, on the neat rows of marks and comments she had written before, but it was harder than it should have been. Strangely, she had not felt this nervous when Luna's parents arrived, or Rocky's, or even Drake's loud, overwhelming family energy. But now, with Dante sitting there, calm and composed like he owned gravity itself, she felt every small movement of her own body.
His gaze was too strong to ignore.
She finally glanced up and gave him a small glare, subtle enough that no one else would notice, silently telling him to stop staring at her like that in front of everyone.
Dante only gave the smallest shake of his head, completely unbothered, like he had no intention of obeying her silent order.
Her heart betrayed her by fluttering anyway. She forced herself to look away before her face heated more.
