Chapter 91

Dante’s POV I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could speak, I felt an impatient tap on my shoulder. “Can I have a dance with my twin?” I turned around to find Jasmine scowling at me. Angel laughed, trading places with her. “I’ll just go see if Jalen wants to dance.” Quinn growled, but I quickly reminded him that she was ours and Jalen was practically family now. We could trust him. I hugged my sister as we swayed back and forth on the floor, now crowded with a group of dancing werewolves. “I’m offended that you didn’t invite me on this little mission,” she muttered low enough that nobody else could hear unless they were tuned in on our conversation. I pondered for a second who could have told her, but it really didn’t matter. “Luis wouldn’t have let you, it’s too dangerous,” I explained, though I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. It seemed unfair, especially when considering that I would be accompanied by my pregnant mate. But Dad had always sheltered Jasmine and not f