Dante leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear as they continued their slow, clumsy dance."Because," he murmured, "every time you're near me, I feel a sharp tension in the air... like a dagger drawn but never thrown."Freya blinked up at him, surprised."You've never looked at me like the others do. Not with awe, not with desire, or even hate, but with challenge. You’re not trying to impress me. You’re trying to defeat me." Dante felt it first during the tournament. He felt the battle intent from Freya, but to his greatest shock, Freya actually stepped away. Then now at the party, he felt it also. Though he has no idea that Freya was using her clairvoyance ability, he still felt the intent. This shows Freya how frightening Dante truly is.Freya’s lips twitched. “You talk too much.”“And you’re not denying it.”She looked away, cheeks pink again. “I just want to land one hit," she murmured under her breathDante laughed—a deep, genuine sound that caught Freya off guard.“I