Dottore took another sip of his champagne, his gaze not once leaving the little duchess as she danced across the floor. He’d developed a bit of an obsession to say the least. How someone so naive and innocent could reside in high society he didn’t know. Nonetheless, she managed to stay pure from the darkness that corrupts most. He wanted to know how. He wanted to know her.

At the moment she was dancing with Duke Pantalone. And the rage was nearly swallowing him whole.