“You,” his father sputtered, marching up to Tristan. “You did this? You disgraceful little bastard. I own you. Everything you do here, I control. You cannot-” Dante saw, adrenaline pouring in his system, as a young boy inches shorter than his father, stepped right into his face, nothing in his expression, and uttered his first words in public. “You ever try to leash me, I’ll fucking strangle you with it.” If angels could sing, that was the moment Dante heard the whole freaking choir. Someone in the crowd gasped but Dante kept his eyes on Tristan. He had been right to trust his gut when it came
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