Truth Untold

Dante. I wanted to kill something with my bare hands. Having to sit right next to Azalea inside the control room, called into an unexpected meeting by Xavius, was my fucking breaking point. I had finally summoned the balls to talk to Azalea and maybe work through things, or I didn’t know, maybe to some agreement of something. It wasn’t like I did this on a regular basis. Maybe I should have consulted Ryder before approaching her. He was after the one skilled when it came to women. I supposed it wasn’t a bad thing we got interrupted. I should go to him after this damn meeting is over and pick his brain. Azalea sighed lightly beside me, looking as depleted as I felt. I could easily reach over and grab her onto my lap—because it was fucking well tempting, I’d tell you that—but I wasn’t too sure how she’d react to it. I wasn’t going to make a fool of myself any more than I already did. Dominic rolled in with his wheelchair, trailed by a scowling Liam and Anabelle, which made me wonder what