103 We Belong To Each Other

The unseen tension between them was extremely high. Dante sat on the opposite end of the table. As he shifted in his seat, he reached for the cup and saucer on the table and took a sip of coffee. 

"So, you found her?" The lady on the other end of the table asked. 

She was dressed in the best finery money could buy, maybe even more luxurious than human eyes could perceive. Her movements were flawless. Her skin was as fair as milk, while her hair was platinum blonde. 

A little annoyed by her question, Dante snapped back, "If that's all you want to ask, then I think it's time I took my leave."

As soon as he stood up from his seat, the lady softened her attitude, "Dante, when have you become so distant?"

She sighed as she leaned back in her seat, "Fine, we'll not talk about her. How's Dracona? All is well?"

Though he really wanted to leave on the spot, Dante still sat back down to continue the conversation.