Dahlia's POV
Disgust flickered across Madge's flawless features before her expression turned to stone. I savored the moment, relishing how she despised me yet remained powerless to destroy me.
The rumble of an engine broke the tension as a sleek blue sports car pulled up to the curb. A tall, lean figure emerged from the driver's seat. The man wore a black leather jacket that emphasized his broad shoulders. His eyes found mine immediately before he shrugged off the jacket and draped it around my shoulders.
His voice carried a note of reproach despite its coolness. "Why aren't you wearing a coat? The nights are getting colder."
I tilted my head back to meet his gaze, unable to suppress a smile. The years had been kind to Dorian. He towered over me now, transformed from the boy I once knew into something altogether more dangerous.
