Callous Desire (New York Underworld #4)

Chapter Nine

Tatiana

The sun is already spilling through the gaps in the blinds when I wake up. I sit up in bed. The place next to me is empty. The Rolex lies neatly on Dante’s pillow as if he expected me to turn my head that way first—toward him. He also knew the first thing I’d look for is the time.

Scoffing, I pick up the watch. He really knows me too well. I hate that he does, but it was my fault for letting him in. Even at nineteen, I should’ve known better. After all, my father warned me about him. So did Leander and my mom.