Following a brilliant green flash of light, I felt a weight pressed against me as my hands rested on the gentle swell of something soft.
"My sweet Dante, why so tense all of a sudden?" The soft and teasing voice seemed to suck the irritation and frustration out of my body as a small smile lit up my face.
"Clarissa…" Her body shivered within my embrace as I raised a curious brow.
"Don't call my name with such a voice, darling… I may not be able to control myself," she cooed, pressing up against me even further.
Normally, I would have a quip or something shameless to say, but—
"I'm glad you're out, Clarissa." I just hugged her tighter, grounding myself in her warmth.
I could feel her body freeze, obvious confusion in her gestures.
"Dante… what's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing…"
"Raven looks like she's about to cry, and only one person alive is capable of making that crazy woman cry," she reasoned.
