"They are very united," Alina sighed dramatically, though the fond curve of her lips completely ruined the complaint. "I'm clearly outnumbered."
For a heartbeat, Dante looked at her as if processing that statement, and then a deep, unrestrained laugh broke from him. It surprised even himself, rolling out warm and loud against the howl of the wind behind him. "Now you understand my pain," he said, still laughing, his voice rich and relaxed in a way it rarely was. "Being outnumbered every day by those two little tyrants."
Alina didn't comment on the laughter. She simply watched him, her gaze soft and lingering, as if committing the sight to memory. Even through the screen, even with the storm dark sky and jagged cliffs behind him, he looked devastatingly handsome. Faint flashes of light skimmed along the curve of his horns, and his crimson eyes glowed with a dangerous, restrained warmth.
