"Ex-fiance, hmm?"
Without a word of warning, he slipped his arm under her knees and the other behind her back, effortlessly lifting her off the seat and into his arms.
"Yelp!" Viella hissed, her legs kicking the air. She started throwing punches against his chest.
"Brother, what are you doing?! You have a wife at home! You have Alina! You can't cheat on her with your ex-fiance! Think of your reputation!"
Dante stopped in the middle of the aisle, leaning his face down until his nose brushed hers. His voice was a low, "Say that word 'brother' again, and I will make sure you can never speak another word at all."
He wanted her so badly in that moment- the defiance in her eyes only fueled the dark fire in his gut. He turned and began carrying her down the plane's stairs.
Viella shut up for exactly three seconds before her survival instinct kicked back into high gear.
She started screaming at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing across the windy runway.
