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"How long have you known this new friend, Vox?" Al asked, not even looking at Dante, as if he didn't exist. His voice was soft, with a hint of amusement, and his fingers brushed the rim of his glass before bringing it to his lips.
Vox smiled, playing with his own glass, moving it in slow circles on the table.
"For a few weeks," he replied, his tone light, almost distracted.
Dante felt a flare of heat in his chest. He slammed his glass against the table with a dull thud, making the whisky splash.
"I'm not his friend," he said, his voice firm, his eyes fixed on Vox's. "We're dating."
Al finally looked at him. Those red eyes, bright as rubies, settled on him with an intensity that made Dante shiver. And then, his smile widened, showing slightly too-sharp teeth.
"Really?" Al asked, his tone one of feigned surprise, almost theatrical. "Vox, darling, you didn't mention it."