Dante’s POV.
I decide to wait for my sister, not because I’m a chickenshit but because I want to see the looks on their faces when they see us both.
“I’m here. Where are they?” Ser says as she walks into the club. She has changed her clothes and is wearing a dress that stops above her knees. On her feet, she is wearing silver high heel sandals. The leather ties wrap up her legs. Her black hair is down and straight and she has put on minimal make-up.
“You sure you can fight in that?” I ask her and she chuckles.
“Lesson one. Never underestimate your opponent. They are about to learn that again, and besides, who said we will be fighting?” She says before heading to the bar and ordering a drink.
I watch her and she just smirks at me.
“This isn’t a night out, Ser.” I say to her, and she
