Tanya's POV
"Sit." He directed and pressed my unwilling body back in my seat.
"Idiotic set of assholes," I muttered under my breath as the door clanged shut, abandoning only Dante and me in the room.
He snorted and my vision sharply turned to him, my glare still intact. His silent laughter seized at my expression and he cleared his throat and murmured a "sorry."
"You should have let me spill my colorful insults at them," I growled, my breathing ragged as the anger I felt threatened to consume me.
"I didn't want blood on my hands," he sighed and towed his previous seat close to me. His sight didn't leave my form as he dropped his weight on it and angled mine such that we were now facing each other.
"It won't be on your hands," I scowled, my fingers curling into fists as their silly insinuation came to mind. "But mine."
