“Goodbye, Dante,” I grind out, turning my back on him, when his hand lands on my shoulder once more. Before I can spin around and lay into him, his grip has been ripped away, and I turn to find Dante flat on the floor with Khaos hovering over him. His body vibrates with anger, his eyes barely remaining green as I panic his magic will make its way to the surface. “Give me one more fucking reason to kill you, please. I’ve been itching for your blood on my hands for far too long,” he spits out, leaning over Dante’s shocked body on the floor.
