Dante paced the length of his marble-floored study, each step echoing off the high ceilings. Moonlight poured in through the tall windows, casting silver slashes across the dark wood furniture. He couldn't sit. Couldn't drink. Couldn't think. Pacing felt like the only thing that calmed the storm in his mind. He was never the type to sit still and wait, he always took action.
This waiting was making him go stir crazy. He needed to know what was wrong with his Elisa.
Sick? All of a sudden?
She was a picture of glowing health on Saturday.
What was taking Ajax so long???
Then his phone buzzed.
He snatched it up instantly. Ajax.
"Yes?" he barked.
