I didn’t even want Dante to be in control of him, and when he’d made it clear in front of a gathered crowd that he only answered to me…fuck, that was a high I’d never felt before. This ghostly, dead-and-can’t-die man had chosen to tether himself to me. Me. A lowlife piece of shit with a bad attitude covered in nonchalance. What had I ever done to deserve Keiran?
