Catherine's POV
The silence that followed Dante's gravelly compliment was so heavy it felt like the walls of the room were closing in. Richard didn't move, but his eyes narrowed, tracking the way Dante's hand remained possessively near my waist as he straightened up. I could feel Julian's gaze from the landing above; it was just a stare; but I could feel the weight of it. I could see his eyes burning with rage like he would move fast and beat up Dante.
"A very theatrical entrance," Richard said, his voice dropping into that smooth, dangerous register. "I'll do you the honors of a proper introduction since you've chosen to ignore everyone and focus on Catherine."
I bit my lower lip and pinched Dante, trying to signal him to be more courteous. He looked at me and just smirked, turning back to Richard.
"I am Richard Vaughn. Welcome to my home."
