All of a sudden, Eva yanked her wrist from his grip as if clouded by disgust.
"Don't touch me!"
Dante stared at her with a cocked up eyebrow, utterly confused by her sudden outburst. He stared at his hand where he'd been holding her just a moment ago.
"Move out of the way," she demanded when Dante's figure framed the door entirely, completely keeping her from reaching it.
"You can't step out for now. Jay is out there—"
"Who's Jay?" She questioned with confusion evident in her tone.
Dante sighed before he responded. "Jay is someone my father sent to find you. I don't think he knows you're the one under the mask but your dress…" His breath hitched when he stared down at her dress. He wanted to touch her but he was afraid he would be getting kicked again, and this time, perhaps on his ground. "Your dress stands out a lot."
"Wait, hold on. How did you know I was the one even when I'm wearing a face mask?" She questioned, this time more curious than irritated.
